and if you ask who the we and our are, I answer, the aristocracy and their possessions."

Innocence is a defence
For nothing else but patience;
'Twill not bear out the blows of fate,
Nor fence against the tricks of state;
Nor from the oppression of the laws
Protect the plain'st and justest cause;
Nor keep unspotted a good name
Against the obloquies of fame."

BUTLER'S MSS.

Cogitating upon the preacher's remarks, I was induced to turn back to my books, and by a reference to the offences for which each man had been executed, I proved the truth of his observation. As regards the selection for life and death, the crime of forgery at first appeared to be an exception; when, however, I reflected that forgery, in a va- From the language and demeanor of the riety of instances, struck at the root of the mother, before the secretary, it would be revenue, I saw the same principle in opera- thought that she possessed a masculine resotion; for the aristocracy and the revenue lution. Alas! it was but an effort of nature, must be considered as embarked in one boat. an instinctive resolution of the child of deTo return to my story, over which I fear spair, as the timid bird turns to face the eneI have been rather prolix, but to me it was my that comes with an intent to steal her absorbingly interesting.; I could never, when young. Worn down by accumulated misonce the subject was started, leave off until fortunes, when her son was apprehended she all was told. I must, however, now run ra- was in a state of general debility; her enerpidly over subsequent details, to make space gies and exertions, however, during his confor future matter. finement, were surprising; but when her efWhile the mother and daughters were wait- forts were unavailing, and the last hope with ing at Newgate, it was that the young lady, the secretary had failed, she became as pasbetrothed to the condemned, left the party, sive as a lamb. Immediately on her reachand borrowing what money she could, waited ing home she desired to be put to bed; she upon me as before stated; and she had, it never afterwards rose, nor could be induced seemed, now returned just before I came to to take any refreshment; she lay in all rethe gate, and, at the moment the recorder's spects quite insensible, had she not counted clerk arrived with the report, including her every hour as the clock struck, reckoning off lover among some others, who were left for as the time progressed, and stating aloud execution in five days from that period. The how many hours her son had to live. It scene in Newgate, when this was announced, would seem as though her death blow came I did not witness; but from all accounts it with the order for her son's execution, but far exceeded, in distressing interest, every that it was permitted her to check the flight tale which has been penned in romance or of her soul until they could take their journovel, or has been seen or heard of in real ney together. As the hour approached, she life. The young ladies were frantic, and showed no degree of anxiety or uneasiness, rent the condensed damp air inclosed within counting the last hour but one (seven) as the gloomy walls of the place with their cries calmly as the rest, saying, "One more." She of woe. The mother-she spake not a word was serene and undisturbed even while countdid not breathe a sigh; but "she looked ing the clock as it struck eight; but the inunutterable things." Have any of my read- stant the numbers were completed she gave ers ever seen those who have suddenly been a loud scream, and closed her eyes for ever. struck with the hand of death, from which they never afterwards recovered, yet for a time remain and walk among the living? One half the soul appears to have fled, and with it all the exhalations of impurity which carnality imbibes while sojourning upon earth, leaving the body with the other half -soul, so full of spirituality, that those who The charity of English people is of a pecuare as yet unpurified, or wholly gross in liar cast; a small but timely subscription worldly thoughts, draw back, and with awe might have broken the fall of this worthy contemplate the gleaming of a divinity in family, and have saved the son from the risk their own brother or sister. One who seems of entering a gaming-house: but as soon as to be absent, or to have forgotten the affairs the circumstances of a family are wrought up of this nether world; yet, through a pecu- to the climax of distress, and the notice of the liarity of the eye, glares upon us, as it were, public can be brought thoroughly to bear from the world to come. The daughters upon the acts of those who affect deeds of caught sight of their mother in this state- charity, money flows in from every quarter. looking so unearthly, and yet a being upon A very liberal subscription was raised for the it, that all their thoughts were irresistibly daughters, who subsequently retired to the drawn to her, which probably saved their continent, and were forgotten, as if they and mind from giving way under the intensity of their family had never had existence. their feelings. The other young lady re- About six months after these events had peatedly swooned, and was at length carried transpired, Caleb, the man who had palmed home in a coach, contracted afterwards a se- the notes on the young man, was committed vere fever, and ultimately became an inmate to Newgate for passing forged notes. As soon in a lunatic asylum at Clapham. as he was apprehended, he gave notice to the

The mother's extraordinary conduct, and the interest it excited, without doubt, operated as a diversion to draw off and divide the attention of her daughters from the dreadful catastrophe of their brother's execution, which, together with the other four, took place in due course.

(To be continued.)

Bank solicitor, that if he were allowed to from others that their brother, although plead to the minor offence, he would commu- meshed about with suspicious circumstances, nicate who was the real forger and supplier died innocent of the crime for which he of the notes. This proposition being at once suffered. acceded to, he pleaded guilty and was transported, affording us another illustration of the fact, that real and thorough-paced rogues always get off with the least punishment. The evening before Caleb was drafted to accompany a gang of other offenders to Van Dieman's Land, I went into the prison and called him to the grating. "Caleb," said I, "if you will answer one question I have to ask, I shall be obliged, and will stand a gallon of porter."

"Agreed," said he, "so help me God." "Well," continued I, "was the young man who was executed for passing six one pound notes, innocent or guilty? Did he purchase them of you, or did he take them at Smith's table, thinking they were genuine and good notes?"

The answer was given unequivocally. "He was innocent. You don't think I was such a flat as to give him real flimsies, especially as he was a yokel, and not at all down; and you know, was baited for his five-pounder, but the tats would'nt come off right, worse luck as it turned out for him. No fault of mine, you know, old boy. I was sorry for him, 'pon my word I was, but what could I do when he was fairly grabbed? Well, that's gone by. Now for the beer, the man's calling out, Beer O! beer O!' at the gate-down with the dibs, and don't be shabby."

I paid my money, and withdrew to the office to tell the governor, who subsequently satisfied himself of the truth of the story; and, as I was afterwards told, made a communication to the surviving sisters on the subject, that they might have the consolation of hearing

STANZAS ON HEARING THE HARP
PLAYED AT MIDNIGHT.

BY MRS. CRAWFORD.

On! the magical delight

Of the harp's wild tone
In the stillness of the night,
As we muse alone!
How it conjures up the days

Of our youth's sweet prime,
When we trod the festive maze
To its golden chime!

Oh! how fleetly thought takes wing,
When we hear the song

We were wont of old to sing

To home's list'ning throng!
And the eyes that sought our love,
And the lips that spoke our praise,
Seem again in life to move

To our fancy's gaze!

Oh! 'tis sweet to lift our eyes

From earth's grosser things,
And to cleave the starry skies
With the spirit's wings;
While lightly on the ear

Comes the harp's wild tone
In the song to mem'ry dear
As we muse alone!

THE METROPOLITAN.

No. LX.

FOR APRIL, 1836.

SNARLEY YOW; OR, THE DOG FIEND.* well as a severe blow on the head with his

BY CAPT. MARRYAT.
CHAPTER IX.

A long chapter, in which there is lamentation, singing, bibbling, and dancing.

IT may readily be supposed, that the first question asked by Mr. Vanslyperken, on his gaining the quarter-deck, was, if Snarley yow were on board. He was received with the

sheathed cutlass, upon the unfortunate lad, who repeated to himself, by way of consolation the magic words-" He's gone."

"If you please, sir," said Corporal Van Spitter, "I've discovered from the ship's company that the dog is gone."

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"I know that, corporal," replied Vanslyperken.

"And, sir, the report has been traced to Smallbones.'

"Indeed-then it was you that said that the dog is gone-now, you villain, where is

he?"

"If you please, I did say that the dog was gone, and so he is; but I didn't say that I

knew where he was-no more I don't. He's

runned away, and he be back to-morrow—

I'm sure he will."

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this scoundrel."

military salute of Corporal Van Spitter, for Obadiah Coble, having been left commanding officer, had given himself leave, and, with a few men, had joined Bob Short and the first party at the Lust Haus, leaving the corporal as the next senior officer in charge. The answer in the negative was a great mortificaCorporal Van Spitter, if the dog is not on tion to Mr. Vansly perken, and he descended to his cabin in no very good humor, and board again by eight o'clock to-morrow mornsummoned Smallbones. But before Small-ing, you will get all ready for keelhauling bones was summoned, he had time to whisper to one or two of the conspirators-" He's gone." It was enough; in less than a minute the whisper was passed throughout the cut"He's gone," was siffilated above and below, until it met the ears of even Corporal Van Spitter, who had it from a marine, who had it from another marine, who had it from a seaman, who-but it was, however, soon traced up to Smallbones by the indefatigable corporal-who considered it his duty to report the report to Mr. Vanslyperken. Accordingly he descended to the cabin and knocked for admission.

ter.

In the mean time Vanslyperken had been venting his ill humor upon Smallbones, having, as he took off from his person, and replaced on his drawers his uunsual finery, administered an unusual quantity of kicks, as

"Yes, Mynheer," replied the corporal, delighted at having something to do in the way of punishment."

Smallbones made up a lachrymal face. dog has fallen into the canals, is that my "It's very hard," said he;" suppose the fault? If he's agone to the bottom of the canal, that's no reason why I'm to be dragged under the bottom of the cutter."

"Yes, yes," replied Vanslyperken, "I'll teach you to throw paving-stones off the wharf. Leave the cabin, sir."

Smallbones whose guilty conscience flew into his palid face at the mention of the paving-stones, immediately made a hasty retreat; and Vansly perken turned into his bed, and dreamt of vengeance.

We must now return to the Lust Haus, and the party on shore, and our first task must be, to give the reader an idea of what a Lust Haus may be. It is, as its name imports, a