"UBI MEL,

No. 10 NEW SERIES.]

SATURDAY, MARCH 9.

[TWOPENCE.

THE DEMAND IN MARRIAGE.

(For the FLY.)

I was in the daily habit of seeing at the Marchioness of L-'s a young doctor who was attached to her suite, during the sojourn she made last summer at N-, on the borders of the Mediterranean. The company, besides ourselves, was composed of two foreign ladies, friends and visitors of the Marchioness -the one probably about forty years of age, and the other, Mademoiselle Caroline, who had scarcely attained her fourth lustre. The person of the last, without being strictly handsome, was very agreeable; for an animated and pleasing countenance not unfrequently has a preference over of more regular features, so at least I have heard it remarked by those An education duly attended to, joined to agreeable talents, made her the pride of a fond mother, without, in the smallest degree, exciting her own, and the rather delicate state of the young lady's health, did not prevent her occupying herself praiseworthily and unceasingly. We shall pass over in silence the many delightful and truly happy hours enjoyed by this interesting party. The Marchioness read charmingly, and amused us otherwise by a hundred lively traits of character. She was, moreover, a very amiable

of the other sex.

and accomplished young woman. It was really amusing to see our young Esculapius, Doctor G, doing pennance-for that was the word amongst ourselves-in a house agreeable as this was. An only son, and heir to a fine fortune, he, youth-like, had found means of dissipating, in the course of two years, very considerable sums of money. His father, a sensible and prudent man, and loving him tenderly, had insisted, under pain of his heavy displeasure, that for the next twelvemonth the estate should be free from all charges whatsoever, excepting such as were consis

tent with his station in life, and the habits of a gentleman. This parental restriction, bon gre, mal gre, was fulfilled to the letter. Still it may be a question whether the nice distinction of Milton,

"Commands are no restraint. If I obey them I do it freely” were fully in accordance with the young man's sentiments upon the subject. Be this as it may-his appointments at the Marchioness's were sufficient for all personal expenses in a place where the opportunities of rusning oneself seemed so few, that by comparison all fortunes seemed great. True, he no longer possessed the same handsome horses as at Paris; but then he hired others which yielded nothing in appearance to our magnificent Borro's.* What hearty laughs often did our rides create among the mounted party! Charming picturesque sites-ravishing pros. pects and country; blue skies and balmy zephyrs might, perchance, dispose a solitary pedestrian to a fit of the "blues;" but a cavalcade of eight or ten persons always promotes gaiety, by the contrast alone of tastes and character. It would happen, sometimes, that these ladies, to amuse themselves, and for raillery sake, would say to me, "How much Mr. G

loves you!"

Little conversant with the world, and possessing a heart that any new objects might divert, I might have been well inclined to put faith in the sentiments of Mr. G—; but it merely happened that I contented myself with merely replying to the ladies, "that I too had a high opinion of him, and that his attentions bestowed on the Marchioness, marked him in my eyes as a young man of very amiable character." Here I thought the subject would

* A general name in the Mediterranean for the ass, of which the finest are produced in Malta and Sicily.

drop; but no, a repetition of the same thing, and more of it followed, as "no, but in earnest, he really does love you. If you are absent only an hour, he looks ten times at the clock, and betrays, in various ways, the impatience he feels at your absence."

"Now I comprehend," said I, "friendship expresses itself in high tone of voice openlyLove is a poor starveling thing that says nothing, or speaks in so low a key as not to be heard." However, one evening as we came out of the opera, Mr. G offered me his arm, and without saying a word, instantly hurried me off to some distance from the company.

and low tone of voice, it is long since I de"Mademoiselle," said he, in broken accents sired to speak to you in private, but could never summon fortitude enough to ask your permission."

"You are really to blame in depriving yourself of a thing, which one never refuses to those who possess our esteem," said I to him with a calm, but confident air. Our colloquy was very short, and ended here; he having first requested an interview for the next day at seven in the evening, which was granted him.

I thought it was only six, when the house clock, and the gate bell together, reminded me that the time of our audience was come. I quitted the drawing rooms, without letting any part of my work fall in the way, and went to seat myself in a small boudoir, adjoining my sleeping room. Poor G, trembled from head to foot, while I amused myself in eating some excellent pralines(crisped almonds), which looked most inviting in a crystal cut dish on the table. I offered him some to recruit him, but he was too far gone to heed what I said. At length, when he was able to speak, "Mademoiselle," said he, "6 my proceedings may appear rash and presumptuous, but par

don me on account of the motive which would

seem almost to warrant them. Do not reject my petition, I beseech you."

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"For some time you may have remarked""Your ready attentions to the Marchioness !"

"No, Mademoiselle, that is not it at all. You have, doubtless, perceived"

"That your good spirits are perceptibly and daily improving," said I to him, in all the simplicity of my honest heart.

"On the contrary," replied Mr. G--, "I suffer, I languish, I am in love to distraction;" and here he paused for an instant, and then added, "withMiss Caroline, and I entreat of you to solicit her mother's consent to our

union."

What does this prove, gentle reader? Why, that it is prudent not to believe a man's love protestations told to the world, until he has made them known to yourself.

THE GLOW-WORM.

F. E.

Beneath the hedge, or near the steam,
A worm is known to stray;
That shows by night a lucid beam,
Which disappears by day.
Disputes have been, and still prevail,
From whence his rays proceed;
Some give that honour to his tail,
And others to his head.

But this is sure-the hand of might,
That kindles up the skies,
Gives him a modicum of light,
Proportioned to his size.

Perhaps indulgent nature meant,
By such a lamp bestowed,
To bid the traveller as he went,
Be careful where he trod:

Nor crush a worm whose useful light
Might serve, however small,
To show a stumbling stone by night,
And save him from a fall.

Whate'er she meant, this truth divine
Is legible and plain,
'Tis power Almighty bids him shine,
Nor bids him shine in vain.

Ye proud and wealthy, let this theme
Teach humbler thoughts to you,
Since such a reptile has its gem,
And boasts its splendour too.

RECIPE FOR A SERENADE.

Take a "light" or "wild" guitar;
Let it rhyme with "evening star;'
Paint your sky the very blue
Of the real sapphire hue.
Let the moon be high and bright,
Shedding lots of "tender light;'

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"rove."

orange grove," To chime with "dove," or "love," or And, above all, pray don't forget The lady's locks of gold or jet, "Swan-like neck," of Alpine snow, Such "fairy form" as sylph might show; Let her blooming cheeks and lips Rose and coral far eclipse; Then her eyes (of course) must be Like diamonds-choice simile! Vow thy constant, doting heart, Aches, and quakes, and breaks to part; That death alone can ease your pain, If she list not to your strain. Arrange your cloak in graceful fold, Never dream of catching cold, Take your station, sound the key, Two flats are proper, Major B." And when all these essentials mingle In one smooth, soft, mellifluous jingle, I'm sure you'll find that thus is made A most delightful serenade.

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Women and Waterloo.-"Pray Mr. LifeGuardsman," said a lady, addressing the soldier who is frequently seen describing to the visitors the several objects and prominent points of the field of Waterloo, as laid down on the model now exhibiting, where did the Duke of Wellington take his stand ?" The man in red pointed to a particular spot with his wand. The next question by the fair querist was, "Where the Marquis of Anglesey's leg was buried ?" The place was indicated in a similar way by the soldier. The third inquiry was somewhat irrelevant to the subject. Pray Mr. , is the talking canary bird to be seen here, or up-stairs ?" The man of war, seemingly rather chary of speech himself, was completely struck dumb by the question.

A gentleman not long since was occupied in reading an account of the Battle of Waterloo to a couple of ladies seated at their worktable. At that point of the narrative which the Duke of Wellington in one of his letters so emphatically describes as a "regular pounding match by all parties," the gentleman's attention was drawn off from his book by one of the ladies in a low gentle whisper asking the other, 66 Sophia, my dear, have you seen my needle ?"

Right Feeling. One of the corps dramatique who was employed by the late Mr. Macready, when he was manager of the Glasgow Theatre, has for several years past been suffering from disease in this city (Glasgow), and is consesequently in very distressed circumstances. This having come to the knowledge of Mr. Macready, of Covent-garden Theatre, London, son of the late Glasgow manager, he immediately sent him a very sympathising letter, enclosing a handsome sum for his relief.

THE DISCONTENTED PENDULUM!

An old clock that had stood for fifty years in a farmer's kitchen without giving its owner any cause of complaint, early one summer's morning, before the family was stirring, sud. denly stopped. Upon this, the dial plate, (if we may credit the fable,) changed countenance with alarm; the hands made a vain effort continue their course; the wheels remained motionless with surprise: the weights hung speechless each member felt disposed to lay the blame on the others. At length the dia instituted a formal inquiry as to the cause of the stagnation, when hands, wheels, weights, with one voice, protested their innocence.

But now a faint tick was heard below from the pendulum, who thus spoke:

"I confess myself to be the sole cause of the present stoppage: and I am willing for the general satisfaction, to assign my reasons. The truth is, that I am tired of ticking."

Upon hearing this, the old clock became 30 enraged, that it was on the very point of striking. "Lazy wire!" exclaimed the dial-plate, holding up its hands.

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Very good!" replied the pendulum, “it is vastly easy for you, Mistress Dial, who have always, as every body knows, set yourself up above me,-it is vastly easy for you, I say, to accuse other people of laziness! You, who have had nothing to do all the days of your life, but to stare people in the face, and to amuse yourself with watching all that goes on in the kitchen! Think, I beseech you, how you would like to be shut up for life in this dark closet, and to wag backwards and for wards, year after year, as I do."

"As to that," said the dial, " is there not a window in your house, on purpose for you to look through ?"

"For all that," resumed the pendulum, "it is very dark here; and, although there is a window, I dare not stop, even for an instant, to look out at it. Besides, I am really tired of my way of life; and if you wish, I'll tell you how I took this disgust at my employment. I happened this morning to be calculating how many times I should have to tick in the course of only the next twenty-four hours; perhaps some of you above there, can give me the exact sum."

"The minute-hand, being quick at figures, presently replied, "Eighty-six thousand four hundred times."

"Exactly so," replied the pendulum; "well I appeal to you all, if the very thought of this was not enough to fatigue one; and wher! began to multiply the strokes of one day by those of months and years, really it is no won der if I felt discouraged at the prospect; 8 after a great deal of reasoning and hesitation, thinks I to myself, I'll stop.'

The dial could scarcely keep its countenance during this harangue; but resuming its gravity, thus replied:

"Dear Mr. Pendulum, I am really astnished that such a useful, industrious personas yourself, should have been overcome by this sudden action. It is true, you have done great deal of work in your time; so have w all; and are likely to do; which, although

may fatigue us to think of, the question is, whether it will fatigue us to do. Would you now do me the favour to give about half a dozen strokes, to illustrate my argument ?" The pendulum complied, and ticked six times in its usual pace.

"Now," resumed the dial, may I be allowed to inquire, if that exertion was at all fatiguing or disagreeable to you ?"

"Not in the least," replied the pendulum, "it is not of six strokes that I complain, nor of sixty, but of millions."

"Very good," replied the dial; "but recollect," that though you may think of a million strokes in an instant, you are required to execute but one; and that, however often you may hereafter have to swing, a moment will always be given you to swing in."

That consideration staggers me, I confess," said the pendulum.

"Then I hope," resumed the dial-plate, " we shall all immediately return to our duty; for the maids will lie in bed if we stand idling

thus."

Upon this, the weights, who had never been accused of light conduct, used all their influence in urging him to proceed; when, as with one consent, the wheels began to turn, the hands began to move, the pendulum began to swing, and, to its credit, ticked as loud as ever; while a red beam of the rising sun that streamed through a hole in the kitchen, shining full upon the dial-plate, it brightened up, as if nothing had been the matter.

When the farmer came down to breakfast that morning, upon looking at the clock, he declared that his watch had gained half an hour in the night.

MORAL.

A celebrated modern writer says, "Take care of the minutes, and the hours will take care of themselves.'

This is an admirable remark, and might be very seasonably recollected when we begin to be weary in well-doing," from the thought of having much to do. The present moment is all we have to do with, in any sense; the past is irrecoverable; the future is uncertain; nor is it fair to burden one moment with the weight of the next. Sufficient unto the moment is the trouble thereof. If we had to walk a hundred miles, we should still have to set but one step at a time, and this process continued, would infallibly bring us to our journey's end. Fatigue generally begins, and is always increased, by calculating in a minute the exertion of hours.

Thus, in looking forward to future life, let us recollect that we have not to sustain all its toil, to endure all its sufferings, or to encounter all its crosses, at once. One moment comes laden with its own little burdens, then flies, and is succeeded by another no heavier than the last:-if one could be borne, so can another and another.

Even looking forward to a single day, the spirit may sometimes faint from an anticipation of the duties, the labours, the trials to temper and patience, that may be expected. Now this is unjustly laying the burden of many thousand moments upon one. Let any one resolve always to do right now, leaving then to do as it

can; and if he were to live to the age of Methuselah, he would never do wrong. But the common error is to resolve to act right after breakfast, or after dinner, or to-morrow morning, or next time; but now, just now, this once, we must go on the same as everai t

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It is easy, for instance, for the most illtempered person to resolve the next time he is provoked, he will not let his temper overcome him; but the victory would be to subdue temper on the present provocation. If without taking up the burden of the future, we would always make the single effort at the present moment; while there would, at any one time, be very little to do, yet, by this simple process continued, every thing would at last be done It seems easier to do right to-morrow than to-day, merely because we forget that when tomorrow comes, then will be now. Thus life passes away with many, in resolution for the future, which the present fulfils. ***

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"It is not thus with those, who, by patient continuance in well-doing, seek for glory, honour, and immortality." Day by day, minute by minute, they executed the appointed task, to which the requisite measure of time and strength is proportioned; and thus, having worked while it was called day, they at length rest from their labours, and their works "follow them."

Let us then, "whatever our hands find to do, do it with all our might, recollecting that now is the proper and accepted time.” cant tanq

We do not like our friends the worse, be cause they sometimes give us an opportunity to rail at them heartily. Their faults reconcile us to their virtues. Indeed, we never have much esteem or regard, excinds of for those that

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The Plantagenets--Fulke, Earl of Anjou, having been guilty of some crime, was enjoined, by way of penance, to go to the Holy Land, and submit to castigation. He acquiesced, habited himself in lowly attire, and as a mark of his humility, wore a sprig of broom in his cap. The expiation being happily finished, Fulke adopted the name of Plantagenest, from the

name of the broom, Planta genesta. His descendants continued the name, and ma many successiye nobles of the line of Anjou distinguished themselves by decorating their helmets with this plant. The arms of Richard I. were

two lions combattant." Crest, a plantageništa, or broom sprig. Upon his great seal, a broom we can afford to speak our sprig is placed on each side of his throne. Sandford's Genealogical History. whose follies vex us in proportion to anxiety 70 1992 20 YRU DUS DYSCOLTE mod and for their welfare, and who have plenty of re-nettdrą enchay 90s deeming points about them to balance their desde fects. When we "spy abuses" of this kind, it is a wiser and more generous proceeding to give vent to our impatience and ill-humour, than to brood over it, and let it, by sinking into our minds, poison the very sources of our goodwill.

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THE WINTER'S NOSEGAY!© out encsob pilit jadi ada pasyond What nature, alas, hás denied

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And winter is decked with a smile. See Mary, what beauties I bring

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These pinks are as fresh and as gayio As the fairest and sweetest that blow

Solar Influence.-The genial and invigorating glow that moderate solar heat produces has ever been considered as tending to prolong our life. To enjoy, this reviving influence the anu cients had terraces on their house-tops, called solaria, in which, to use there, they took a solar air-bath; they fancied that when the sun rose diseases declined. Aristotle records t case of an innkeeper of Tarentum, who, al-While earth wears a mantle of snow, s though able to attend to his business by day, became insane as soon as the sun had set, The moderns relate many similar instances of derangement, brought on by the absence of solar influence. Daily practice shows us that the paroxysms of fever and various maladies are under a similar influence; and the evening gun in our garrisons is often the signal of severe exacerbation in certain febrile cases, while the reviellee developes severe aggravation in others. Sydenham and Floyer had observed that the gout and asthma were usually ushered

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