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" "UBI MEL,

IBI MUSCA."

No. 26-NEW SERIES.]

SATURDAY, JUNE 29.

[TWOPENCE.

Every purchaser of this number of "THE FLY," is entitled to an exquisitely-executed Lithographic PRINT, "Pray answer this quickly," which is presented gratuitously.-[A similar print with every number.]

LE JEUNE D'EGMONT.

OR, LESSONS OF LIFE.

"Would not once suffice, nor twice, nor thrice? The Devil's in the man !"-OLD PLAY.

(FOR THE "FLY.") (Continued from page 98.)

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At the same time he placed his wounded adversary against the wall, bound his arm up in a handkerehicf, desired him to wait an instant, and went for a coach to the Place du Palais Royal, and conducted the wounded man to the musketeer barracks, the hotel of which was in the Rue de Beaune. After a retreat of more than six weeks, which the wourd of the young Count d'Egmont required, he again appeared abroad. For about eight days he had enjoyed the delights of the town, when one evening entering the Caffe de la Regenee, in search of two of his comrades, be recognised his old friend sitting in social chat beside a pale Bavaroise. The stout gentleman rose up, came towards him, and putting a finger to his lip in token of silence, and in saying chut made him a sign to follow him. Arrived under the same archway, which was but a few paces off, "You have indulged a little at my expense, my dear Count, in relating our adventure. I am too much your friend not to contribute to make it still more agreeable by giving a turn to the story, which henceforth you may subjoin-allons donc l'épee à la main-out with your rapier!"

This second lesson was nearly the same as the first, terminating in a fresh hurt, which caused another detention for a month, but the affair was not over. It was hardly more than a fortnight that d'Egmont was again at large, when one afternoon, just before carnival time, having gone into a mask shop in the Rue de Richelieu to equip himself with a dress, and

among other metamorphoses to fill up the character he had chosen, a full-bottom wig with three rows of curls. With these he had hoped next day to enliven a grand ball, to which he was invited. As he was preparing to leave the shop, he saw before him the phlegmatic unknown, who, putting his hand to his mouth, said to him chut, motioning him, as before, to go with him. He led him once more

under the arcade of the Rue de St. Thomas du

Louvre.

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"You are preparing," said he, to laugh heartily to-morrow, and you take me as a butt for your pleasantry. Let us see, my dear Count, which of us two will have reason to laugh at the other ?"

The third duel ended by a third perforation, which d'Egmont received in the thigh. The mysterious friend put him into a coach as on former occasions, and brought him home this time to his house in the Rue de Beaune. The young lord confessed that what vexed him most in the last lesson was, his being obliged to keep the carnival most miserably in bed. After a confinement of more than three months, he began to reflect gravely on his adventure. Ce bourreau d'homme-literally executioner, who so singularly interested himself in his education, was become the most formidable tutor that could be; for, notwithstanding his own unimpeachable couragewhich we have said bordered on rashness-he could enter no public place without enduring in some sort the apprehension of meeting him. So it was; and often has our hero declared that it was a moment of joy when one day a waiter from the Caffe de la Regence called on him with a fine open countenance and said, "Pardon, M. le Conte, but I thought it would not displease you to hear that Monsieur Chut died yesterday: so my mistress hopes shortly to see you at our house."

D'Egmont breathed again, and in gratitude for his escape promised himself that all due

John Cunningham, Printer, Crown-court, Fleet-street.

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INTELLIGENT OURANG-OUTANGS.

Thank Heaven, I hate every affectation most heartily!

the cavities of a common grain of sand. The mouldy substance on damp bodies exhibits a Buffon saw an ourang-outang that was mild, region of minute plants. Sometimes it ap I must go out; for, only listen a moment to affectionate, and good-natured. His air was pears a forest of trees, whose branches, leaves, those Miss Thompsons, next door, beating melancholy, gait grave, movements measured, flowers, and fruits are clearly distinguished. Rossini to death with wires!—and he deserves disposition gentle, and very different from Some of the flowers have long, white, trans- the martyrdom: that intolerable Italian has those of other apes. He had neither the im- parent stalks, and the buds, before they open, done more to break the peace of this country patience of the Barbary ape, the maliciousness are little green balls, which become white. than all the radicals and riotists in the last of the baboon, nor the extravagance of the The particles of dust on the wing of a butter-quarter of a century. And there's that Betty, monkeys. It may be alleged that he had the fly prove, by the microscope, to be beautiful below, buzzing about like a bee, with that benefit of instruction; but the other apes were and well-arranged little feathers. By the same eternal Barcarole! I begin to be of opinion educated similarly. Signs and words were instrument every hair of our head is seen to with Mrs. Rundell (Domestic Cookery, p. alone sufficient to make him act; but the ba-be a hollow tube. The surface of our skin 18), that "maids should be hung up for one boon required a cudgel, and the other apes a has scales resembling those of a fish, but so day at least." If I stay at home, I shall be whip; for not one of them would obey with minute, that a single grain would cover two bored again with that rhubarb-headed Doctor out blows. This animal would present his hundred and fifty, and a single scale com- counting my pulse and the fractional parts of hand to conduct his visitors, and walk as pletely covers five hundred pores which issues his fee at the same time-one, two, three, the insensible perspiration necessary to health, four, five pulsations-shillings he means, in consequently, a single grain of sand can cover fewer seconds; and looking at my tongue125,000 pores of the human body. From a what's my tongue to him, the quack-as lighted candle there issue, in a minute, more Figaro sings, particles of light than there are grains in the whole earth; how vast, then, the number that flows in a day, or a year, or a century, from that immense body, the sun!

Who can tell where the grand chain of nature ceases to exist? Charles Doyne Sillery.

THE HYPOCHONDRIAC.

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Let him look to his own.'
Yes, I'll go out; for it is as safe out of
doors as in. More wind! There's a gust!
A Trinidad tornado is a trumpet solo to it!

gravely along with them as if he had formed a part of the company. He would sit down at table, unfold his towel, wipe his lips, use a spoon or a fork to carry the victuals to his mouth, pour his liquor into a glass, and make it touch that of the person who drank along with him. When invited to take tea, he brought a cup and a saucer, placed them on More sleet-now snow-and that's rain!the table, put in sugar, poured out the tea, What a country! What a clime! Gocl and allowed it to cool before he drank it. All heavens! there's a gust! Ha! ha! ha! the these actions he performed without any other chimney-pots at No. 10 are off on a visit to instigation than the signs or verbal orders of those at No. 11! and the fox which surhis master, and often of his own accord. He mounted the chimney at No. 9 is at his old did no injury to any person; he even aptricks with the pigeons at No. 8! Whew!proached company with circumspection, and Here is a day! an English day in February! well-flown pigeon!-well-run fox! Down presented himself as if he wanted to be ca- rain, snow, wind-sleet, snow, rain-snow, they go over the parapet, with a running acressed. He lived one summer at Paris, and rain, sleet-reciprocated ad nauseam, and all companiment of tiles and coping-stonesdied in London the following winter. M. de in the course of three little hours of sixty That slow gentleman with the umbrella!la Brosse, a French navigator, who was in minutes each! Horrible climate! Wretched the whole is about his head!-down he goes! Angola in the year 1718, and who purchased beings who are heirs to it! Lapland is a per--he is killed!-murder!-no, up he gets from a negro two ourang-outangs, remarks petual Paradise to it; Siberia an eternal sum-again!-away goes his umbrella !—and now that these animals would sit at table like men, mer! Why should I stay here and die? for his hat!-a steeple-chase is sedentary to lis and eat there every kind of food without dis- die I must. Who can live in such a country? tinction; that they would use a knife and fork And how can people, respectable people, be or spoon, to cut or lay hold of what was put guilty of such a lie as to say that they do live on their plate, and that they drank wine and in such a country? They don't; and they other liquors. At table, when they wanted know they don't. It is not life, nor is it any thing, they easily made themselves under-death; it is some intermediate state which stood to the cabin-boy; and when the boy re- they cannot understand, and have no term to fused to answer their demands, they some- express. But I see the horrid distinction too times became enraged, caught him by the palpably, and sink, sink hourly under the arm, bit and threw him down. The male was knowledge! seized with sickness, and he made the people attend him as if he had been a human being; He was even bled twice in the right arm, and whenever afterwards he found himself in the same condition, he held out his arm to be bled, as if he knew that he had formerly received benefit from the operation.

pursuit; they have turned the corner-hat. umbrella, and gentleman! two to one on the hat!-no takers? Oh lachrymose laughter! melancholy mirth!

"Mrs. Fondleman, if any thing should happen to me in my absence-why do you smile, madam?-my affairs are arrange you will find my will in the writing-desk: and the cash in the drawer will disburse your account for the last quarter."

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I'll go out: I cannot catch more than fifty "La, sir! are you out of your senses?" entirely English complaints, which no man Suppose I am, madam; have not I, as an attached to the institutions of his country can Englishman, the birth-right to be so, if I wish to be without. Yes, I'll go out; for I choose? Not a word more, but give me my shall have that simpering Simpson calling paraboues, cloak, and umbrella, and let me again, who pretends to cheerfulness-the im-go, for go I will. It is a sullen and savage postor! Cheerfulness in the city! Prepos- satisfaction, in a day like this, when Nature terous lie! and comes here grinning, chuck-plays the churl, and makes one dark and damp ling, and crowing out his good humour, as heat the heart as herself, to look abroad at her THE MINUTENESS OF CREATION, thinks it his melancholy, the unhappy man! in her own wretched woods and swampy How small is the mite! yet, on the appli- That Johnson, too, threatened he would call and to see that she is as melancholy and mise cation of the microscope, it is seen to be an Heaven avert such an infliction! I hate that rable as she has rendered us. Pish! pal! animal perfect in its limbs, active in its mo- fellow; and I hate his fat French poodle, pho! rain, sleet, and snow. Merry England! tions, of a regular form, full of life and sensi-waddling and wheezing about the place, like but no matter, out I will go. No, I will not bility, and provided with all requisite organs. a hearth-rug with an asthma ! And that Mr. have a coach--a hearse would be more german But Leuwenhoek tells us of insects seen with Mountmidden, the poet-poet, pah! That's to the weather. It is of no use your dissuada microscope of which twenty-seven millions a puppy-one of the sore-throat-catching ing me, madam, I am determined"would only be equal to a mite, yet each of school-fellows who think a sonnet and a these animalcules is an organised body, pro-neckcloth incompatible ! He'll be coming vided with a heart, with lungs, with muscles, here, with his collar down on his shoulders glands, arteries, and veins, with blood and other fluids passing through them! Insects of various kinds are discernible in

like a greyhound's ears, and his eyes turned
up to the attic windows, as if he was apos-
trophising the nursery-maid over the way.

Well, here I am, I care not how many miles from town, that charnel-house of cheerfulness! What a walk I have had! Walk? wade I should have said. And what a frightful series of faces I have met all along the road! and

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What have we here? "The Marlborough Head." Another glorious cut-throat's fighting face, making five in ten miles; two land, and three amphibious! I wonder when the men of peace may hope to have their heads hung out for signs? Well, the men of war are welcome to the preference, and may divide their out-of-door honours with the Blue Boars and Red Lions of less naval and military publicans. "Horses taken in to bait”—aye, and asses too. I'll enter. Curse the bell-rope! -woven of cobweb, I suppose, that it may be

added as another item to the bill. Waiter!

"Zur."

[Enter Boots.]

queror than him whose sign he once lived
under."

"What is your pleasure, sir ?" curtseying
respectfully.

(I stand up, and my eyes are on a line with
the keys at her waist.)
"Mrs. Mrs.."

"Furlong, sir, at your command."
"Furlong! mile, exactly-not a foot less.
Be good enough, Mrs. Furlong, to let me have
a couple of chops, cooked in your most capable
manner; and pray do show me into a more
cheerful room.”

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made me what I should have been-but no matter; I feel how desolate a wretch I amhow changed from all I was and ought to be -it is thy work, it is thy deed, and Ï forgive thee! Behold me here, a broken-spirited man, with furrowing cheeks and whitening hair, tears in my eyes, and agony at my heart : Behold me an unsocial man, suspected by the world, and suspecting the world-I, who trusted in it, loved it, and would have benefited it! But I have done with it now-I loathe it and avoid it! And why? Why am I now harsh of nature, uncharitable in thought if not in speech, unforgetful of slight offences, revengeful of deep ones, jealous of looks, watchful of words? I that was gentle, tender of others, to myself severe; forgiving, incapable of anger, open-minded, suspicionless! But why should I anatomise myself? I give my heart to the vultures among men-let them glut on it; and good digestion wait upon their appetite ?"

"Did you call, sir ?"

"No, madam; but I am glad you are here, for your coming in has interrupted a melancholy thought."

Aye, this will do better. Here I can see what is going on in the world, though it is not worth looking at. [Exit Landlady.] I have an antipathy to tall women, but really there is something sublime in this Mrs. Furlong; and, as a lover of the picturesque, I shall patronise her. Now, if I was not sick of this "What a brute! in a smock frock tucked working-day world, and all the parts and parap---one hand in his pocket fumbling his half-cels of it, I should be tempted to propose for bence-a head like a hedge-hog, a mere man- about one-half of Mrs. Furlong-twenty poles rake in top-boots and corduroys-with a or so. She has blue eyes, fair hair, a com- "A melancholy thought! Lud, sur, do you balisbury-plain of cheek; the entire being a plexion like a May morning, and really looks surrender yourself to such a weakness as meersonification of that elegant compound word handsome, and somewhat of the lady in her lancholy! Life, to be sure, is a serious thing haw-bacon. What is man, if this Cyclops is widow's weeds. 'Fore heaven! I've seen to the most cheerful of us; but to the overone! Have you any thing to eat ?" worse women. Then her voice is soft and low anxious, and those who groan under its cares, "Zur ?" an excellent thing in woman.' And this death were happier than such life! The really is a snug inn too; a comfortable room this-heavy obligations of existence are worthy of carpeted, clean, and cosey-a view of watery our gravest thoughts; but the lighter evils, Venice in oil, over the fire-place, and Before the cares and anxieties of the day-Sir, I Marriage and After Marriage, in Bowles and never allow them to make a deeper impression "What have you then? Who is your Carver's best manner, on opposite sides as on my mind than my pencil does on my slate : ceeper ?" they should be. Ila! the chops already!- when I have satisfied myself as to the amount, "Missuz." and very nice they look. A shalot too! I rub the lines off, and begin again.” Really, Mrs. Furlong, the outworks of my heart, no very impregnable fortress, are taken already. Now let me have just a pint of your particular sherry. Ha! this looks well-pale and sparkling too, like a sickly wit. I insist upon your taking a glass with me, madam.” Sir, you are very good."

Why do you stand there rubbing air down? It's flat enough, you oughness! Send your master." Ize noa measter, zur."

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Quite the contrary. A good-sized husband to you!" (Mrs. Furlong smiles, shows a very good set of teeth, and curtseys.)

"Ah, sr! you gentlemen will have your joke. Your better health, sir, for you do not look very well."

"And am I to be taught philosophy by a Plato in petticoats, and the economy of life by a Dodsley in dimity? Nunc dimittis, then, be my ditty! Pardon my expressions, madam

the insolence of humbled pride. I sit rebuked. You are a sensible woman, Mrs. FurJong-have, apparently, right views of life; now tell me, what is the end of it ?" "Death, I should think, sir." "A pertinent answer, madam; but you are on the wrong premises."

"I am on my own."

“Indeed—I am happy to hear it; and if I was a widow-watcher, I should make a note of that fact. I meant, madam, what is the design, the intention, the moving motive of life?"

"Well send in the Sycorax. What a hor. ible dungeon of a room they have put me to! fit only for treasons, stratagems, and oils! dark, dismal, black-wainscoted, and nging to the tread like a vaulted tomb! ut what matter! can it be more dreary than y mind? No. Then here will I take ine ease in mine inn.' Curses on that peg the wall! It was put up to hang a hat on; but it seems by its look to hint that it ald sustain the weight of the wearer. And at imp there, perched on the point of it; w busy it is adjusting an unsubstantial rope th a supernatural Jack Ketch-like sort of "She has spoken this with such a pitying lemnity! Shadows seem to flicker along tenderness of tone that it has gone through e wall, and hideous faces mop and mow at my heart, and would, had it been iron! What e! That knot in the oaken wainscot glares makes my lips quiver, my tongue falter, my me like the eye of an ogre! The worm- voice thicken, and an unusual moisture come "Happiness here and in another and a betten floor cracks and squeaks under my tread, into my eyes? One touching word of sym-ter world." d the cricket shrills under the hearth-stone! pathy? Am I then again accessible to those d that hideous half-length of a publican of blessed influences upon the heart and affeceen Anne's Augustan age! how the plush- tions-pity and human kindness? Yes, then ated monster stares at me, like an owl from I live again! Oh! honey in the mouth, ivy-bush metamorphosed into a wig!-I music to the ear, a cordial to the heart, is the not bear this! Waiter! waiter! [Enter voice of woman in the melancholy hours of Landlady.] What, in the name of all that man! Mrs. Furlong is called away, and I am monumental, have we here? The Whole spared from making a fool of myself in her ity of Man, in one volume, tall copy-neat. presence. Ah, Mary, I will not accuse thee ever beheld such a woman till now!-six with all the changes which time and disapt two, I should think, in her slippers!-pointment have made in my heart and feelings, spected be the memory of the late landlord but for some of these thou must answer! the Marlborough Head! If he subdued Thou wert my first hope and earliest disaphan Eve as this, he was a greater con-pointment! What I am thy little faith has

"Yes, madam; but our happiness herewhat an uncertain good it is-a hope never in our own hands, but always in those of others. And what do they merit, who, entrusted with so precious a trust for our benefit, deny it to us, and withhold it from us?"

"The same unhappiness at the hands of others."

"What if you would not, if you might, whiten one hair of their heads with sorrow who have silvered the whole of yours, what do they merit ?"

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They do not merit so much mercy." (She leaves the room.)

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