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sublime, and the catastrophe pathetic; while the moral tempest is dreary, without grandeur, and the catastrophe afflicting, without one picturesque idea.

The emolument of this arduous post is twenty pounds a year, and provisions while on duty. The house to live in may be fairly thrown into the bargain. The whole together is, perhaps, one of the least eligible

Sound; and being so near the spot, he im- a wave rises above the very top of it, and scenes of innocence, mirth, and gaiety, to mediately manned two or three swift boats, circling round, the whole looks like a co-mingle the sympathetic tear with affliction Other boats put off from the shore; but lumn of water, till it breaks into foam, and and distress. But experienee shows us, though it was not stormy, it was impossible subsides. that the heart of man is equally susceptible to land. In the mean time, the fire having The care of this important beacon is of the malevolent affections; and religion descended to the lower parts of the building, committed to four men ; two of whom take joins in confirming the melancholy truth had driven the poor inhabitants upon the the charge of it by turns, and are relieved The picturesque eye, in the mean time, surskirts of the rock; where they were sitting every six weeks. But as it often happens, veys natural and moral evil, under characdisconsolate, when assistance arrived. They especially in stormy weather, that boats ters entirely different. Darken the storm; had the mortification, however, to find that cannot touch at the Edystone for many let loose the winds; let the waves overwhelm the boats, through fear of being dashed to months, a proper quantity of salt provision all that is fair and good; the storm will be pieces, were obliged to keep aloof. At is always laid up, as in a ship victualled for length it was contrived to throw coils of a long voyage. In high winds such a briny rope upon the rock, which the men tied atmosphere surrounds this gloomy solitude round them, and were dragged on board from the dashing of the waves, that a man through the sea, The case of one of these exposed to it could not draw his breath. poor fellows, who was above ninety years of At these dreadful intervals the two forlorn age, was singular. As he had been endea- inhabitants keep close quarters, and are youring to extinguish the fire in the cupola, obliged to live in darkness and stench; liswhere it first raged, and was looking up, tening to the howling storm, excluded in the melted lead from the roof came trick-every emergency from the least hope of pieces of preferment in Britain: and yet, ling down upon his face and shoulders. At assistance, and without any earthly comfort, from a story, which Mr. Smeaton relates, it Plymouth he was put into a surgeon's hands; but what is administered from their confi- appears there are stations still more ineligiand, though much hurt, he appeared to be dence in the strength of the building in ble. A fellow, who got a good livelihood in no danger. He constantly, however, which they are immured. Once, on reliev- by making leathern pipes for engines, grew affirmed, that some of the melted lead had ing this forlorn guard, one of the men was tired of sitting constantly at work, and sofallen down his throat. This was not be- found dead, his companion chusing rather licited a light-house man's place, which, as lieved, as it was thought he could not have to shut himself up with a putrifying carcase, competitors are not numerous, he obtained. survived such a circumstance. In twelve than, by throwing it into the sea, to incur As the Edystone boat was carrying him to days he died; and Mr. Smeaton says, he the suspicion of murder. In fine weather, take possession of his new habitation, one saw the lead, after it had been taken out of these wretched beings just scramble a little of the boatmen asked him, what could tempt his stomach; and that it weighed seven about the edge of the rock, when the tide him to give up a profitable business to be ounces.* ebbs, and amuse themselves with fishing; shut up for months together, in a pillar? which is the only employment they have," Why," said the man, "because I did not except that of trimming their nightly fires. like confinement." Such total inaction and entire seclusion from all the joys and aids of society, can only be endured by great religious philosophy, which we cannot imagine they feel; or by great stupidity, which in pity we must suppose they possess.

Poetry.

ADVICE TO JULIA; A LETTER IN RHYME.

The next light-house, which is the present one, was built by Mr. Smeaton, and is constructed on a plan, which it is hoped: will secure it against every danger. It is built entirely of stone, in a circular form. Its foundations are let into a socket in the rock, on which it stands, and of which it almost makes a part; for the stones are all united with the rock, and with each other, Yet though this wretched community is by massy dove-tails. The cement used in so small, we were assured it is generally a this curious masonry is the lime of Watchet, scene of misanthropy. Instead of suffering from whence Mr. Smeaton contrived to the recollection of those distresses and dan- This poem is a clever and lively production, glancing bring it barreled up in cyder-casks; for the gers in which each is deserted by all but at a number of the fashionable pursuits of the day-and proprietors will not suffer it to be exported one, to endear that one to him, we were in-night. The vehicle for the verse is rather of a loose in its crude state. The door of this inge-formed the humours of each were so soured, brings the whole range of gay life under her review, unnious piece of architecture is only the size that they preyed both on themselves, and der the plea of telling her not to debar his friend and her of a ship's gun-port; and the windows are on each other. If one sat above, the other slave, Charles, from his wonted sports, which he accordingly describes to her. A more moral frame-work migh mere loop-holes, denying light to exclude was commonly found below. Their meals have been chosen ; but there is "no offence i'the world When the tide swells above the too were solitary; each, like a brute, growl-in the manner in which the matter is treated, beyond foundation of the building, the light-house ing over his food alone. what is objectionable in itself. The suggestion is from makes the odd appearance of a structure the 8th ode, of the 1st book of Horace. emerging from the waves. But sometimes

wind.

See Mr. Smeaton's Account of the Edystone.

character, for Julia is a naughty person, and the author

Perdere ?

We are sorry to acknowledge a picture
like this to be a likeness of human nature.
In some gentle minds we see the kind affec-
tions rejoice in being beckoned even frommia, has been-

Sybarin cur properes amando

Charles, the modern Achilles in the toils of his Deida

The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
The observed of all observers;

in a word, the Prince of Dandies. The picture of a fop is excellently drawn; we copy the most characteristic traits :

How much at home was Charles in all
The talk aforesaid, nicknamed small!
Seldom embarrassed, never slow,

His maxim always "touch and go;"
From grave to gay he ran with ease,
Secure alike in both to please.
Chanced he to falter? A grimace
Was ready in the proper place;
Or a chased snuff-box, with its gems
And gold, to mask his ha's and hems,
Was offered round, and duly rapped,
Till a fresh topic could be tapped.
What if his envious rivals swore
'Twas jargon, all, and he a bore ?
The susly sentence was outvoted,

His jokes retailed, his jargon quoted;

And while he sneered, or quizzed, or flirted,
The world, half angry, was diverted.

Charles was a master, a professor
Of this great art, a first-rate dresser.
Oft have I traced him through the town,
Mowing whole ranks of beauty down;
Armed at all points, from head to foot,
From rim of hat to tip of boot.
Above so loose, below so braced,
In chest exuberant, and in waist
Just like an hour-glass, or a wasp,
So tightened, he could scarcely gasp.
Cold was the nymph who did not doat
Upon him, in his new-built coat ;
Whose heart could parry the attacks
Of his voluminous Cossacks-

Trowsers so called from those barbarians
Nursed in the Steppes, the Crim Tartarians,
Who, when they scour a country, under
Those ample folds conceal their plunder.
How strange their destiny has been!
Prometed, since the year fifteen,
In honour of these fierce allies,
To grace our British legs and thighs.
Fashion's a tide which nothing stems;
So the Don mingles with the Thames.
No more his well-brushed hair is sleek
With eau de miel, or huile antique.
The golden key no more unlocks,
By Bramah's aid, his rose-wood box;
And with the treasures there displayed,
Dazzles the wondering chambermaid;
As, on her broom reclined, she pauses,
Ogling the silver cups and vases,
Whence steams a mingled soft perfume,
New to her nostrils, through the room.

No more with buckram or with wool
His overloaded bosom's full ;
One glance from you is quite enough
To" cleanse it of that perilous stuff."
Loosed by the spell of your endearments,
His tortured ribs have burst their cerements,
And, like delinquents freed from jail,
His waist is fairly out on bail.
Julia, you've moved its habeas corpus;
But when the man is grown a porpus,
Long, long before the season's ended,
You'll wish it had still been suspended.

There is one exquisite touch.

"Have you, my friend," I've heard him say,
"Been lucky in your turns" to-day ?”—†

The effects of Peace are placed in a ludicrous light.
Too warm, my friend, your anger waxes;
Consider, pray, the war and taxes;
First, 'twas Napoleon and the French,
Now, 'tis the Peace. We must retrench.
War was a bitter scourge and curse;
Yet Peace is, somehow, ten times worse.
Peace, or (as more than one division
Has gravely voted it) Transition,

As Commerce droops and times grow harder,
Shuts here a cellat, there a larder;
By slow, yet sure degrees, disables
Parks, gardens, eating-rooms, and stables;
Nor yet in her career relents,
But mows down whole establishments.
The poor, the middling, shot a pitch
More and more humble; ev'n the rich,
From whose fat acres milk and honey
Keep flowing in the shape of money,
For lean economy produce

If not a reason, an excuse.

Their rates are high, their rents decrease,
Their corn's a drug ;-'tis all the Peace!
This jade-like Peace! say, who will father her,
Unless she's sworn to the tax-gatherer?

There is an amusing coup d'ail thrown over the autumn in London, from which we select one of the touches.

No longer from the footman's thumb
And finger, peals of thunder come,
Closed are the doors, the knockers dumb.
No cards, in broad cast sown about,
Alarm us with a red-hot rout;
Nor, in a rainy, blustering night,
(The London Coachmakers' delight)
Coines on the startled ear, from far,
The hubbub of domestic war.

In yonder Square, where half the town
Are taking up, and setting down,
In breathless haste, amid the din
Of drunken coachmen cutting in.
Hushed is the sound of swearing, läshing,
Of tangled wheels together clashing,
Of glasses shivering, pannels crashing,
As thus they try their rival forces
In whips, and carriages, and horses.
What though their mistresses should fret,
Be frightened, trampled on, or wet?
How, but by prancing in the mud,
Can pampered cattle show their blood?
Honour's at stake; and what is comfort,
Safety, or health, or any sum for't;
The bills, 'tis true, to those up stairs,
Are somewhat heavy, for repairs;
But courage, coachmen! such disasters
Are not your business, but your masters'.

Driven into the country, we find our exquisite, among other rustic employments, indulging in Leicestershire hunting, with the Melton club. Experience in this pleasure is gained, and we find it thus described.

* That is the turns of his cravat, a matter of sufficient importance to occupy several dandy hours daily, unless lucky.

+ A question actually put by a great master en fait de gravates to one of his most promising pupils.

Warned by the knowing ones to keep Aloof from every useless leap, (Since oft, in their unruly bounds, Horses throw off, as well as hounds) To copy those whose practised eye Turns to the well-known gap hard by He learns, in rising at a gate, The value of the hint, too late. For, awkward where he should be limber, Just as 'tis cleared, he touches timber; Falls, and before he can recover him, ' Aghast, see half the field ride over him; A perfect judge though bruised to jelly, Of every horse's girth and belly. Thrice he his suppliant arhis extends In vain to all his dearest friends;

And lies, perchance, where Fate has spilled him, Till they have runned the fox and killed him. The author supposes that the emancipated lover may become a senator, and tells us what his duties will then be.

And now, with no design to quiz,
I'll tell you what this business is;
This mute, inglorious toil and pain,
That wears the body, not the brain.
Much more in many cases; hère
Much less is meant than meets the ear.
Just listen, and you'll find a knack 'tis
Soon mastered by a little practice.

To calculate with due precision,
The moment of the next division;
The art in proper time to cough;
The mysteries of pairing off;
When to be mute, and when to cheer
A modest member with a "Hear;"
The secret, ere debates begin,
Of whipping out, and whipping in
From Bellamy's, with checked digestion,
Just as the Speaker puts the question.
Such, Julia, are the hard conditions
Imposed on sucking politicians!

But Charles must sacrifice his ease
Sometimes, to heavier tasks than these.
Perchance, to settle who shall sit, he
Is tethered to some dull committee,
Where learned lawyers having wrangled
For months, leave matters more entangled.
Joy to the candidates who pay
From ebbing purses, day by day,
Hundreds for every fresh objection
Which leads them to a void election!
Or, at the opening of the session,
(Uniting courage with discretion)
Must strive his faltering tongue to teach
The echo of a royal speech,

In which the mover and the secondér
Too oft, alas! though clever reckon'd, err;
Or when he meditates some far jaunt,
Is taken captive by the Serjeant,
*From whose firm grasp nó custodee
E'er yet escaped without a fee;
Or posts, from some far distant hall,
Up through ten counties, to a Call;
Or hurrying down at four (how pleasant!)
Sees, in dismay, not forty present,
Yet lingers, till, to end his doubt,
The punctual Speaker counts them out;
Or, fumbling at the door, is shocked,
To find it mercilessly locked;
Or, when the weather warmer waxes,
Must help Vansittart through the taxes;

And, threatening those who heavy think 'em
With the laid ghost of that on Income,
Cry, "question!" when the strongest side
To conquer has but to divide.

What, though thy floor, St. Stephen, yield
To gifted minds a glorious field;
Though rich the prize of those who aim
Within thy walls at power and fame,
And, through the struggles of debate,
Rule, or aspire to rule, the state;
Yet who in mere routine would waste
One grain of knowledge, sense, or taste?
Who, through a tedious session, bear
To slumber in the tainted air
Of crowded benches, glad to make
His dinner on a tough beefsteak ;
Or (summoned by a Treasury-note)
Night after night to sit and vote,
A mere machine, with no dominion

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Who would, as day begins to peep,
(The house half hungry, half asleep)
With many a yawn and inward curse,
Hear a bad speech, or make a worse?
Who from his party, like a rat, run,
To humour some capricious patron,

Or trimming father, whom his son dreads;
When he might take the Chiltern Hundreds,
And in a trice resign his seat?

But that the terror of the Fleet,

Or King's Bench Prison, from whose bourn

'Tis not so easy to return,

Urges the slave, with puzzled will,

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Tho' driven by adverse fate to farthest earth,
The patriot loves the place which gave him birth;
And always first in estimation stand,
The laws and glory of his native land:
Like as a tender, rigid father mourns
When from his home an ingrate son he spurns,
But prays in silence, and in secret aims,
That yet his child may rise above his shames;
So does the Emigrant's solicitude

Yearn when the shores of his first life are viewed;
But reason, justice, teach that all his toil
Is due, to guard and cultivate the soil,

Where now his hopes and future prospects lie,
Where now he holds his life, his liberty.

EPIGRAM.

JUVENIS.

Once, at a masquerade, a painted fair,
Was wand'ring o'er the rooms in piteous case;
I've lost my mask," she cried, with mournful air,
"No!" said a friend," you have it on your face."

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COLUMBIA.

CAPTAIN PARSONS' JOURNAL.

(Continued from number 1.)

-However we soon landed, under one of the batteries and on rushing into it found it deserted, and the guns spiked; it was by this time day-break. We found seven guns on this battery, two of them 32-pounders, the others much smaller. We proceeded to the second battery and found it in the same situation as the first it mounted but four guns, one a 32, another 24, the other two 6-pounders. The town was completely deserted, as likewise was the fort, on which was mounted seven guns of the same weight as those on the first battery Orders had been issued, before we left Margaritta, forbidding the troops and sailors to plunder, under pain of death. These orders however, were forgotten-the houses were almost instantly forced open and every thing thrown about. However, one of the Creoles was this morning shot for robbing and abusing some of the inhabitants who were coming into the town. I hope it will make the rest of the men behave themselves; if so, I would bid defiance to the Spaniards-for, while the men attend their duty, we could never be driven out of this. We are doing all we can to make friends with the Indians, who are very numerous in this part of the

Country, but such curious-looking creatures as they are I never saw-they have no clothes, except a little bit of cloth round their waists-the men are very large, their hair long and black-they are very well armed many of them have muskets, but in general they are armed with bows and arrows-these arrows are mostly poi soned-Inever see them with more than one arrow pointed with steel-I hear they are a very brave set of People, and have never been conquered by the Spaniards-they come here in large parties, and have a very independent look-I do not like their appearance, and would feel much more at ease if they would stay at some distanceour out-posts have received orders not to let them enter the town with their arms-the inhabitants of the town generally pay us a visit in the morning and retire in the evening, carrying off whatever they can lay their hands upon, from which I must conclude they will shortly at tack us; but as we have got all the guns unspiked we do not fear them, and besides we have brought our ves sels near enough to the shore for our guns to bear on the

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"MARCH 21.-I have been kept so busy of late that, when I return to the house, I am too tired to write. On the 17th, St. Patrick's Day, Commodore Pedillo, of our Fleet, got the Band to his house, and gave us a sort of Ball. We had many of our officers present, and like wise officers from all quarters. Pedillo, who is a native of this country, called for Rule Britannia,' and com menced dancing a minuet to it with a lady, an inhabi tant of this town. Pedillo then called for God save the King; it is the favourite tune of Bolivar. St. Patrick's Day' was played not less than twenty times, I danced that night, for the first time since I came to the country; the people thought the devil had got inte my head, or rather into my heels-for they never before saw me any thing but a calm spectator to any amuse ments that were going forward. This Pedillo is one of the bravest fellows in the country. The day we anchored off here he got into his boat, and went close into the town, sounding for what depth of water was near the town, the enemy firing at him all the time theu sands of grape and canister shot; he is a fine fellow, and very fond of the English and Irish, which he shows whenever he has it in his power-but he is a wicked devil; it is said that he killed, at the time Angostura was taken from the Spaniards, not less than one hundred of them. He had a brother here, Colonel of a regiment of Creoles, in the service of the King of Spain. This Colonel and his father are now prisoners in Carthagen His mother and sister he found here. The troops are to march from this on the 23d, for the interior, that is about 430 of them, and 100 marines under the command of Colonel Jackson. The Irish Legion, I believe, does not consist of more than 600 men; the Legion looks like a about eight miles from this; they are commanded by little regiment. The Spanish troops are entrenched one of Pedillo's uncles. There is an understanding bebe fired on their meeting; they will join each other and tween this army and Colonel Montillo- not one shot will march on for St, Martha-this is what I have heard I remain here with the Admiral,

"MARCH 24.-Yesterday, at three o'clock, the troops left this in high spirits, perfectly sober, and in tolerably good order, one hundred of the Legion was left behind, near seventy of whom are in hospital, so, in order to garrison the town, the Admiral has got several sailors, and all the marines on shore that could be spared from the fleet. I never saw a person exert himself as the Admiral did last night, to see that the men were at their proper stations; he had not one moment's rest until twelve o'clock. Derinzy and I visited the outposts, which are stationed about a mile outside the town; we never ventured so far in this country before. I do not strip off my clothes at night, I sleep on the chairs, with my sword, pistols and carbine at my side. Pedillo is made Governor of the town, and we are all on the alert; some say that we may certainly expect an attack this night, that the inhabitants having been driven from their homes, and kept in a state of alarm this long time past, will, certainly, take the opportunity of the troops having left this, to revenge them selves on us; but my opinion is, that the inhabitants, finding that the troops have marched into the country, will say, that we came here not with the intention of landing, solely to plunder this place, and then desert it, but to establish independence here, and give them the liberty they have so long wisked for; they must likewise be aware, that if they should drive us out of this, in one hour after they would not have a house standing in the town. This is a place of considerable trade, the town is large, the houses are not fine, but they are, in general, large, convenient, and well laid out with offices, and though they are built

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with timber and a cement like mortar, and thatched with it, it was nearly a quarter of a mile across; he, how- As to Mrs. Bartley's performance, it will not be the branches of the cocoa-nut tree, the building of it ever, had not got many yards, when I laid hold of him; necessary to say much: her fine figure (although must have cost an immensity of money; the thatch on we were up to our waists at the time; he was now quite rather too embonpoint), and clear sonorous enunthe outside looks like straw, but on the inside you would satisfied to walk on quietly with me, as he knew he ciation, seem peculiarly adapted to the part of the see at once what it was, it is done in a very neat manner could not escape; he satisfied himself with abusing me; persecuted, the dignified, and the resigned Catharine. and looks very well-if we were driven to the necessity saying I was fed for arresting deserters-that he hoped we would not be long reducing it to ashes, and several to God the Spaniards would cut all our bloody throats. Her conduct, during the trial scene, was a specimen of the houses are now occupied by the original owners, I was not able to say one word in reply-I was scarcely of the nicest discrimination, mixing up, in the most and many of the men have joined our cause and marched able to see, and, Heavens, how my head ached-speak delicate proportions, the firmness and dignity which off with our troops-the Indians are curious fellows; a I could not. You may think it was cruel of me to take should belong to the Queen, with the natural weak. few nights past some of them went among the Spaniards, the fellow; but I had particular orders to arrest every ness appertaining to the woman. Her delivery of took away their cattle, saying, that none but Patriots man who was trying either to escape from the Army or the lines should live in this country, Viva la Patriot is the cry Navy, and the fellow is now very much obliged to me among them all. However, on the Spanish Creoles com--my trowsers are absolutely nailed to my legs, with ing to the Admiral the following morning, and complain- the thorns of the prickly pears-you, perhaps, will say, ing of how hardly they had been treated, the Admiral what the devil bewitches me to give so long an account applied to the Indians and got the cattle back. I do not of so foolish an affair-but before I commenced, I had write this morning with a very steady hand, but do not just heard, that the vessel for Jamaica would not sail till conclude that I was drinking last night, for really it is to-morrow, and as I was tired writing on the other subnot the case, but the unsteadiness is owing to the state jects I thought I might as well anuse myself, and permy blood is in from the great exercise I have taken, and haps you with an account of this chase. I am in mobeing up the greater part of the night visiting the guards mentary expectation of my breakfast, and should be and outposts this service agrees very well with me-I happy at its putting a stop for the present to my pen. never, since I came to this country, except for one fort- I long very much for something in the shape of an Irish nay before, Or God will punish me."" night, slept on a bed, and that was when I had the fever; breakfast-I do not mean potatoes or praties, as they I slept a few nights in a hammock, but of that I soon are here called, when the folks of other countries wish While the hypocritic Cardinal is expressing his got tired, a chest, table, or chair, I may say has been to make fun of us. A breakfast of tea, bread, butter, friendship for her and her cause, her action was exmy sleeping place, with my boat cloak rolled about me, and eggs, is what I wish for; instead of which I must cellent, and seemed to show a species of wavering in and a block of wood for my pillow, and I never enjoyed sit down to several dishes of turtles, beefsteaks, wild-her opinion as to the Cardinal, which only decided better health than I have done since I came to this part ducks, cold venison, bullocks' hearts, and all such de- itself against him by her mode of givingof the world, free from head-aches and almost every licate food, which is to be washed down with claret, port, other ache only I am kept constantly moving about I or grog of either rum, brandy, or gin. Here it comes, would not know what to do with myself; so much as a so I must fall to work; my teeth are sharp, as likewise book to read I have not got here, my servant having is my appetite. packed all up in a trunk I left at Margaritta, where I thought it was advisable to leave some of my clothes for fear of accidents. At Margaritta I had plenty of books, but seldom read them; I did not feel the same want of them then that I now do. The schooner that I mentioned our having missed on our way here long since returned. We have two small vessels here from Jamaica, which is but three days sail from this-one of the Captains, who sailed this day, is so good as to say he will put this letter into the post-ofhce. As I think it is very likely we will remain on this coast for some time, direct your letter to Jamaica, under cover to the Admiral, or if you could not get them franked, have them directed to myself, on the Admiral's Staff, and I will be sure of getting them. I long to hear from you, and to know that my father and all are well. On the morning I left Margaritta, I got up very early and walked to General English's monument, in order to take leave of it-while there I espied three sailors marching off with themselves, I instantly knew them to be deserters-I likewise knew that our fleet was in want of sailors, I went up to them and questioned them as to what they were about, and where they were going to. They had a story made up, but I knew it to be false-so I desired them instantly to return-they, after some grumbling, turned back with me. I was at this time upwards of a mile from the town-we got but a short distance when two of them bolted off to follow them I knew would be useless, I concluded, if I did so, I should lose the three, so I laid hold of the third fellow, who came on with me quietly, until we came to the Saline-he then said, I was taking entirely too much authority upon myself, and that he would go no further with me-he struggled to get I feared he would get away from me, so I gave him a trip and brought him down, thinking that that would bring him to his senses-it required great exertion on my part to accomplish this, and in accomplishing it my sword flew out of its scabbard; the fellow strove to get it, and, to prevent his doing so, I was obliged to let him go, in order to seize upon it myself. Away he darted, and, when I recovered my sword, I followed him as I was closing on him, he rushed in among the prickly pears, I close at his heels. Whenever I would attempt to lay my hand on him, he would turn like a hare round the prickly pears; we were dashing for about eleven micutes, he then thought he would have a better chance of escaping, by again going to the Saline, thither he went, and I close at his heels, not able to speak I was so blown; just as I thought I had him in my power, his foot slipped and down he went, and lest I should fall on him, made a leap to get over him, but my foot struck him, and down I went; up he got again, and took to the prickly pears; here he had long odds of me, but I was gaining fast on him, we went round the bushes just like hare and greyhound; I was on the point of giving up the chase, when he again took to the Saline, in the middle of which was a large quantity of water; he thought if he crossed it he might escape; he rushed into

TEN O'CLOCK, P. M.-I spent the day running about, That Mr. Vaudenhoff is a good performer, no one which was the best employment I could have had, after can deny; but the overstrained eulogiums of his the breakfast I made. Last night there had been several misjudging friends will not tend to raise his repushots fired some distance from the town, what the cause of it was, we did not hear until late this day; the In-tation in the eyes of cooler and more impartial cridians went out among the Creoles, and desired them to tics. He certainly gave far greater force to the come in instantly and declare themselves Patriots, or character of Wolsey than I had anticipated, althey would shoot every one of them; the Creoles did though his face is a very formidable barrier to the not choose to obey such peremptory orders, from Per- pourtraying of the finer and more delicate shades sons whom they all looked upon as inferiors, so a scuffle of passion, involuntarily working on the features. ensued, in which an Indian and a Creole were wounded; how this business may end, I cannot say, but there is no trust, I hear, to be placed in the Indians, as they would change from side to side, for even so small a matter as a glass of grog, plenty of which they got from us, when we first came here.

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The Drama.

TO THE EDITORS.

In this branch of the profession, Mr. Kean is, and perhaps ever will be, unrivalled.-Mr. Vandenhoff's action throughout the greatest part of the play was of a most singular nature; both arms were extended something after the manner of Raphael's St. Paul preaching at Athens, and moved up and down with a very monotonous sort of oscillation. He corrected this very inelegant posture in the scene after his disgrace, which very far indeed exceeded my expectations, although I should have been more pleased had he not so frequently addressed the audience. His utterance of

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with great ability, and is evidently an actor of rising Mr. Bass supported the character of Cromwell celebrity. Mr. Tayleure, in my opinion, totally misunderstood, and turned into ridicule, the part, (insignificant enough certainly,) of Lord Sands, who was evidently intended by Shakspeare for a courtly gallant of the age, and not an imbecile buffoon.

Friday se'nnight I had the pleasure of seeing "Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness," Henry VIII. performed at our theatre. Mrs. Bartwas very able.-While writing of Mr. Vandenhoff, I ley supporting the part of Catharine, and Mr. Van-will just take the liberty to suggest to him, that, in denhoff that of Wolsey. The political character of order to represent the hypocritical meekness of a the play, at the present time, rendered the choice of proud churchman, it is not absolutely necessary to it rather injudicious, as it may have deterred from attending many admirers of Mrs. Bartley's histrionic talents. This is intrinsically one of Shakspeare's most defective pieces. Plot there is very little, and regular catastrophe there is none. The interest of it is much weakened by being divided between the Queen and the Cardinal; whichever of these two is considered as the principal character, the fall of that personage is the natural conclusion of the play; certainly all the interest there terminates. The whole of the last act, which is entirely superfluous, was only introduced by Shakspeare to flatter his royal mistress, Elizabeth, by the inspired speech of Archbishop Cranmer. The whole of the Council Chamber scene is very uninteresting, and that of the christening would be better omitted, as I do not think that the most scrupulous admirer of our divine bard would object to the retrenchment of a piece of obsolete flattery.

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We all acknowledge the services of Colley Cibber, in arranging Richard III. as now performed, from selected scenes of two of Shakspeare's plays; and think an equal benefit would be conferred by the person who should cut down Henry VIII. into a three-act piece, in which form I have little doubt that it would become a favourite.

After the play, Mrs. Bartley recited Collins's Ode to the Passions: this was indeed a treat: to enter into a description of the combined excellence of her animated action and her chaste declamation would be impossible. If one passion was depicted better than another, I should give the preference either to Jealousy or Revenge. In the afterpiece of Three Weeks after Marriage, Mrs. Bartley supported the part of Lady Racket with great effect, and proved herself equally calculated to shine in tragedy and comedy. Some of the scenes with Mr. Brown were rich in comic humour, and his Sir Charles pleased me very much. Miss Wood played Nancy, and although there is but little in the part, she assuredly made as much of it as possible. This young lady appears to me to be well calculated to support, with respectability, characters of a higher description

than those generally assigned to her. Whenever I have had the pleasure of seeing her in comedy, her correct conception and natural performance of her part has much gratified me as well as, I believe, many others. Yours, &c.

TO THE EDITOR.

The frequenters of the theatre have, during the present week, been highly delighted with the fine comic performances of Mr. Dowton and Mrs. Glover.

than the New Ferry boathouse. Mr. Dickson performed the feat in about forty-five minutes; but Mr. Ribton (although the stronger and taller man of the two) did not land until nearly half an hour after him, occasioned, as supposed, by an adverse current. The distance swam was about three miles. They were each of them attended by a row boat, with proper assistants, for fear of accidents; but none whatever octhe Liverpool newspapers of the time, and can reacurred. This feat stands recorded in one or more of dily be referred to, if necessary.

I am, respectfully, &c. (To be continued.)

VERAX.

The Doctor Cantwell, of Dowton, has passed the severest ordeal; and has been pronounced to be genu. ine. It is, indeed, a singularly rich and finished plece of acting; and Mr. D. was quite at home in every part of it. His wheedling of Sir John Lambert, his affecTO THE EDITOR. tation of angelic piety to old Lady Lambert, and his SIR,-In the early numbers of the old series of the disgusting attempt to seduce the young one; the Kaleidoscope, you used to insert the monthly fashions; pitiful conduct by which he obtains possession (as which must have been acceptable to many of your he supposes) of Sir John's property, to the ex-readers, especially your female friends, who I fancy are clusion of the rightful heirs; the cold and impu- pretty numerous. Now, I am about as unfashionable dent proposal to give up his claim to Charlotte, and to an old fellow as you can well figure to yourself; and give his consent to her marriage with Darnley, for yet I wish I could prevail upon you to revive the said a pecuniary consideration; and finally, his dæmon- monthly reports, not because I shall read them as they like manner of asserting "This house is mine, Sir," come out, but for a reason which I trust will weigh and ordering Sir John to leave it, were given with with you. If you establish the Kaleidoscope as a pergreat strength and beauty of colouring, and prove the manent work, which I doubt not you will succeed in t praises which have been heaped on this excellent per- doing, since you have made such an improvement in formance to have been as richly merited, as they were its form, it will at some future day be matter of culiberally given. riosity and interest, in turning over its pages, to ascertain how the weathercock of fashion pointed, at certain periods, and how capriciously and suddenly it has veered..

Mrs. Glover's Charlotte was as excellent in its way as Mr. Dowton's Cantwell; more in its praise cannot well be said.

Tayleure's Mawworm convulsed the house with laughter. I never saw him produce so much effect with so little apparent effort,

In the School for Scandal,the other night, Mr.Dowton delighted a most brilliant house, attracted by its being the benefit night of the three Misses Dennett. His performance of Sir Peter Teazle, if it be not the most comical, is certainly as judicious and gentlemanly as that of any actor of the day. He never once descended from the dignity of a Baronet of the old school to set on some dozen idle spectators to laugh at his degradation: This is the more praiseworthy, as in characters of this description, it is an error into which an actor is peculiarly liable to fall,

It is, therefore, upon moral and philosophical grounds that I beg of you to recommence the monthly reports of the fashionable world. I am, Sir, with the best wishes,

SQUARE TOES.

Fashions for July.

green sarsenet, with pointed flounces of the same, edged Morning Visiting Dress.-Round high dress of light with peach blossom satin, and headed by a rich rouleau silk trimming of peach and green; long sleeves, finishMr. Bass, who has pleased much by his perform-a-Chinoise, fastened with pagoda buttons. Henrietta ed the outside with peach blossom satin in carreaux aances of some characters this season, should not points from the shoulder within the arms to the waist, have attempted Charles Surface. He is not in posses- of green sarsenet edged with peach-blossom. Fluted sion of any one requisite for the part. He neither bonnet of mosaic gauze of peach-blossom colour, crownlooked the character, nor spoke it, nor walked it, in the ed with a full bouquet of roses. Parasol of Neptune style to which a Liverpool audience have been accus- blue, with broad white fringe. Black satin slippers, tomed. Mr. Larkin knocked down the pictures to and Limerick gloves. "Little Premium" with more humour than any actor I ever saw. He sang very delightfully, and was warmly encored.-Mr. Brown was a most charming Sir Ben jamin Backbite. Mr. Rees was a very so-so Crabtree: and Mr. Vandenhoff gave great plausibility to Joseph Surface. His astonishment at finding that old Mr. Stanley was his uncle Oliver in disguise, was uncommonly well done,

Miss Tree.

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skirt moderately full, and rather long; it is finished at Walking Dress. A cambric muslin round dress; the the bottom by a deep flounce displayed in large plaits, and headed by a number of tucks, which reach nearly to the knee. The body is high; it is tight to the shape, and is ornamented round the bust with a profusion of tucks, which are made as small as possible, and disAs I am in a rather good humour with the play and posed in such a manner as to have something of the apthe acting generally, I shall not say one word of seve-perance of a pelerine. Long sleeve, rather tight to the ral things which Mrs. Glover did very badly and out rather shallow in front of the arm, and deep behind; arm, surmounted by a very small epaulette, which is of character, nor of the very bad taste in which she it is finished by four small tucks. The bottom of the on this evening dressed and rouged. She should sleeve, which falls very far over the hand, is also, tucked always bear in mind, that we country folk, have some to correspond. The spenser worn with this dress is little sense of propriety and becomingness. The The composed of the dove-coloured soie de Londres, and atre promises to be very attractive this week. trimmed with rose-coloured zephyrine: the waist is the should be highly gratified if some of your musical usual length; it is tight to the shape, and is finished correspondents would favour you with a notice of behind by a short full jacket, divided into three scollops, which are edged and lined with rose-coloured zephyrine. Long sleeve of a moderate width; epaulette plain on the shoulder, and ornamented at the bottom with dovecoloured satin Spanish puffs.-The spenser has no collar, but is finished at the throat by a large cape, lined and edged with zephyrine; it is rounded and reaches nearly to the shoulders. Head-dress a bonnet composed of rose-coloured metallic gauze: the brim is large, and of a singular but becoming shape; it is finished at the edge by a double band of bias pink crape; it is rounded at the corners, and is ornamented in the middle by a deep point looped back; in the division made by the insertion of the point is placed a small bouquet, composed of grass and rose-buds. The crown is low; is something in the shape of a melon, and is adorned at the back part with a number of satin rouleaux placed bias on each side; a large bouquet, composed of wall-flowers, roses, and different kinds of grass, is placed in front of the crown; and rose-coloured strings tie the bonnet under

ADDITIONAL FEATS OF SWIMMING. (Continued from our second and third numbers.)

TO THE EDITOR.

SIR,Within two or three years (as nearly as can be recollected) of the year 1798, Mr. James Dickson, merchant, of Clayton-square, Liverpool, and his friend Mr. Ribton, tobacconist, of Lord-street, in the summer, between the hours of twelve and two, a full half hour before the time of high water, swam across the Mersey, in a diagonal direction. They started together from the northernmost pier of George's Dock Basin, near the usual station of the Ince boat, and landed in perfect health and safety, on the opposite shore about forty or fifty yards higher up the river

the chin.

gloves.

Dove coloured kid shoes, and Limerick Evening Dress-Composed of white net, worn over a white satin slip; the body white satin, richly embroider ed with two full rows of figured blond, round the bust; the same fancifully festooned on the sleeves, and con fined with full bows of white love riband; the sleeves finished a little above the elbow, with a double piping of satin cord; the bottom of the dress terminating with a broad flounce of rich figured blond, headed with the same, forming mossy leaves, the centre of each leaf com fined in points, with satin pipings.

To Correspondents.

We have received a note from a correspondent, subscrib ing (as we read it) POORANTHE, who remarks, that the Works of Lord Byron and some other modern writers, are too expensive for his pocket, and that of many others, who are to the full as fond of reading as their more opulent neighbours. He suggests, that for the benefit of this class of our readers, we should insert in the Kaleidoscope, the whole of DON JUAN, as well as other of Lord Byron's most popular pieces. There is one objection in the way of this arrangement, which our correspondent appears to have overlooked, but of which it would neither be prudent nor honour able in us to lose sight. The pieces in question are private property, protected by the law of copy-right, which we shall never willingly violate. If it were otherwise, we should still decline one of the works recommended, as we consider the Don Juan of Lord Byron, a most disgraceful composition, the coarseness of which is not at all compensated even by the wit and brilliancy with which it is occasionally relieved. We thank O. P.-SELECTOR-A FRIEND-and OMI CRON, not only for the favourable opinions conveyed in their notes, but also for their contributions. OMICRON would still further oblige us if he could conve niently transmit a translation of the Bononian enigma, PHILO is very indignant at our insertion of SWIFT'S Cure for Love, in the last Kaleidoscope, and threatens as with the application of his CAIN!-Query, Is he ABEL to do it? We believe, however, that our cor respondent is only jesting.

WILLIAM may have the numbers of which he speaks changed for others.

BOMBASTES FURIOSO.-A correspondent states for the information of the public, that this whimsical Burletta was written by William Barnes Rhodes, a clerk in the Bank of England; and quotes as his authority, FURIOSO is informed that we have stated nothing but the Biographia Dramatica. what we conceived to be correct at the time. We never saw the particular publication referred to by our correspondent; and the only copy we ever met with of the work in question, was the MS. of which we spoke last week, and for which we were indebted to Mr. S. Kearsley.

WITCHCRAFT-We feel obliged to J. L. G. for the loan of trial of Witches and condemnation by Sir Matthew Hale, knt.; which is interesting as connect. ed with the progress of the human mind, and as affording evidence that society is in a gradual state of improvement. The length of the details may prove some objection to its entire insertion; and we shall be under the necessity of abridging some of the most dispensible facts, after which we shall give it a place in some of our early numbers. POETICAL CORRESPONDENT.--Ifa CONSTANT PURCHASER troubles us with any more impertinence, we T. W. E.-J. P.-and J. S. shall have a place next shall revenge ourselves by publishing some of his verses.

week.

CHESS.-In the early part of our present publication, an error occurred in our Chess game, which we no tice here, to enable those who take any interest in the subject, to make the alteration with a pen or a camelhair brush in Indian-ink. The Castle upon the square 1-8 ought to be a Black one.

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