and in her most splendid attire. She seems indeed to have imbibed the most complete veneration for the consecrated wafers of Romanism; being upon her knees before such of them as were reserved in her own oratory for a considerable portion of every day. The last act of her life was the hearing of mass. She probably found herself going fast; and therefore desired that, early as the hour was*, a priest should come and receive the Sacrament in her presence. She continued to gaze upon him until he had accomplished his task, and then closed her eyes to open them no more on this side of the grave. Mary's religious profession was not unproductive of its proper fruits. Her life was strictly moral, and she showed a very commendable degree of feeling for the poor around her country residences; often visiting their abodes, dressed as a private gentlewoman, and inquiring their wants in order to relieve them. In the despatch of public affairs, she was as in every thing else perfectly methodical, regularly devoting to it her afternoons. Any time that she found upon her hands, after having attended to the calls of devotion and business, she spent ordinarily in needlework, furniture for the altar, or other things connected with religious worship, being the general objects of her manual in dustry. Mary's habits, in short, were those of a professed and sincere devotee. Hence as an abbess she would have been admirable. But she was far too narrow minded for the Government of a kingdom, especially at the times, and under the circumstances, in which she mounted the throne."

"A Changeling Child. To be seen next door to the Black Raven, in West Smithfield, during the time of the fair, being a living skeleton taken by a Venetian Galley, from a Turkish Vessel in the Archipelago: this is a fairy child, supposed to be born of Hungarian parents, but changed in the nursery, aged nine years and more, not exceeding a foot and a half high. The legs, thighs, and arms so very small, that they scarce exceed the bigness of a man's thumb, and the face no bigger than the palm of one's hand;

* Five a. m. Nov. 17, 1558.

and seems so grave and solid as if it were threescore years old. You may see the whole anatomy of its body by setting it against the sun, or by holding candles behind it. It never speaks, but when passion moves it, it cries like a cat. It has no teeth, but is the most voracious and hungry creature in the world, devouring more victuals than the stoutest man in England. Vivant Rex et Regina."

From the concluding benediction, there can be no doubt, that this exhibition took place in the reign of William and Mary; and it is equally clear, that the following advertisement relates to the same child.

"To all Gentlemen and Ladies.There is to be seen at Mr. Hocknes, at the Maremaid, near the King's Bench, in Southwark, during the time of the fair, a changeling child, being a living skeleton, taken by a Venetian Galley, in the Turks country, in the Archipelago, this is a fairy girl, supposed to be born of Hungarian parents, but changed in the nursery, aged about nine years, one foot and a half high. The legs, thighs, and arms, so very small, that they scarce exceed the bigness of a man's thumb, and the face no bigger than the palm of one's hand; and seems so grave and solid as if it were threescore years old. She is likewise a mere anatomy. Vivant Rex et Regina."

Another, though not absolutely a changeling, has many of the characteristics distinguishing that race, and must assuredly be included in it. The handbill is without date.

"Advertisement.-In Bridges's-street, in Covent-Garden, over against the Rose Tavern, is to be seen a living fairy, sup posed to be a hundred and fifty years old, his face being no bigger than a child's of a month; was found sixty years ago; looked as old as he does now. His head being a great piece of curiosity, having no scull, with several imperfections, worthy your observation." Ret. Review.

Science and Art.

PRESERVING WINES IN DRAUGHT.

M. Imery, of Toulouse, has furnished the following simple means of preserving wines in draught for a consideraole time: it is merely to pour a flask of fine olive oil into the cask. It is by a similar process that they preserve wine in Tuscany, which they are accustomed to keep in large bottles, the glass of which is too thin to resist the effect of corking them tight. The oil spread in a thin layer

upon the wine, hinders the evaporation of its alcoholic part, as well as prevents it from combining with the atmospheric air, which would not only turn the wine sour but also change its constituent parts.

CURE FOR THE SMALL POX.

At a meeting of the French Royal Academy of Medicine, Monsieur Valpean read an essay to prove, that if the pustules in this disease be cauterized within two days after their eruption, they die away entirely, and, if even later, their duration is abridged, and no traces of them are The caustic which he used was a solution of nitrate of silver, into which he dipped a probe, with which he pierced the centre of each pustule; this remedy he had tried in numerous cases with very good effect.

left.

Anecdotiana.

CAMILLUS AND THE GAULS..

The romantic story of Camillus coming up and defeating the Gauls, as they were receiving the ransom-gold of Rome, is now regarded as a tale void of foundation; but more modern times have seen a deed which strongly resembles and yet exceeds it. About the year 1000, Sixty Norman knights were on their return from a pilgrimage to St. Michael of Gargans, and they happened to arrive at Salerno just at the time when that town was closely pressed by an army of Arabs, had purchased their retreat with a sum of money. They found the inhabitants engaged in collecting the price of their ransom, and the army of the Mussulmans devoid of apprehension. This troop of knights, aided by the most courageous of the inhabitants, took advantage of the dark to fall on the camp of the enemy, and put to the route the 15,000 Arabs whom it contained. The Duke of Salerno wished to reward his deliverers, but they, magnanimous as brave, refused all honours and all recompense.-Week. Rev.

POPE JULIUS III.

advantageous character of Mr. Butler, author of the excellent burlesque poem entitled Hudibras, ordered Mr. Fleetwood Sheppard to bring him into his lordship's company to empty a bottle of wine with him; which being done, Mr. Butler appeared, whilst the first bottle was drinking, very flat and heavy; at the second bottle, extremely brisk, vivacious, and full of wit and learning, and was very facetious company; but, at the third bottle, sunk again into phlegm and dulness, that none could have imagined him to be the author of Hudibras, whose every line is all wit, mirth and pleasantry. Next morning, Mr. Sheppard asked his lordship's opinion of Mr. Butler, who answered," He is like a Moorfield's nine-pin, little at both ends, but very great in the middle.' He knew much, but had not the art to show it.

THE STATUE OF MOSES AT ROME.

A French officer of dragoons, being at Rome, went to view the famous statue of Moses, by Michael Angelo. The artist has conveyed into this master-piece, in the opinion of some, all the dignity which a human form and human features are capable of receiving. He has endeavoured to give this statue a countenance worthy of the great legislator of the Jews, the favorite of heaven, who had conversed face to face with the Deity. The officer happened to be acquainted with the history of Moses, but he laid no great stress on any of these circumstances. He admired him much more on account of one adventure, in which he imagined Moses had acquitted himself like a man of spirit, and as he himself would have done :-" Voilà qui est terrible! voilà qui est sublime!" cried he, at sight of the statue; and, after a little pause, he added :—" On voit là un drole qui a donné des coups de bâton en son tems, et qui a tué son homme !"

MY SHIRT.

Lay snug in bed, while his one shirt was wash'd; As Bayes whose cup with poverty was dash'd, The dame appeared, and holding it to view, Said, 'If 'tis wash'd again, 'twill wash in two." 'Indeed,' cried Bayes: then wash it, pray good cousin, And wash it, if you can, into a dozen!'

ЕРІТАРН.

SAMUEL BUTLER, THE AUTHOR OF
HUDIBRAS.

That great over of learning and ingenuity, the Earl of Dorset, hearing the

"I caught a cold, then breath ran out of me." P:

IMPROMPTU.

To an Author on being asked how I liked his new work.

My heart was o'ercharged with grief,
My eyes were red with weeping,
I took your book, I found relief,
It quickly sent me sleeping.

K.

Chronicles
of the Canongate.

SECOND SERIES.

ST. VALENTINE'S DAY;
OR,

THE FAIR MAID OF PERTH.

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OUR extracts from this admirable tale are now drawing to a close; but before we wind up the story of Henry Gow and the Fair maid, we must indulge our readers with the following scene between Oliver Proudfute, and Harry Gow, which in its spirit and humour approaches more nearly to the quaintness and racy humour of our immortal Shakspeare than modern writing has ever before approached.

We have let our readers know somewhat already of Mister Oliver Proudfute, the bonnet maker: of his ambition to distinguish himself in "arms," and of his pretensions to being "cunning at fence;" Oliver has been set upon by some uproarious spirits disguised as maskVOL. I. 2 A

ers, who force him to swallow a huge calabash of sack, which he gulps with many a wry face; they then bestow on him the honour of knighthood, but half fracture his shoulder-blade in laying on him the sword of honour The bonnetmaker's vaunted valour forsakes him, and finding himself thus at odds, he thinks it as well to follow after it; and, accelerated by the laugh and halloo behind him, arrives at the Smith's door before he stops, where he knocks loudly for admittance.

"No one answered to his first knock, and perhaps, as these recollections arose, in the momentary pause of recollection which circumstances permitted, the perplexed Bonnet-maker might have flinched from his purpose, and made his retreat to his own premises, without venturing upon the interview which he had purposed. But a distant strain of minstrelsy revived his apprehensions of falling once more into the hands of the gay maskers from whom he had escaped, and he renewed his summons on the door of the Smith's dwelling, with a hurried, though faltering hand. He was then appalled by the 23-SATURDAY, JUNE 14, 1828

"It is I-Oliver Proudfute,' replied the Bonnet-maker; I have a merry jest to tell you, gossip Henry.' Carry thy foolery to some other market. am in no jesting humour,' said Henry. Go hence-I will see no one to-night!'

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But, gossip-good gossip,' answered the martialist without, I am beset with villains, and beg the shelter of your roof!'

"Fool that thou art!' replied Henry; 'no dunghill cock, the most recreant that has fought this Fastern's Even, would ruffle his feathers at such a craven as thee !'

At this moment another strain of minstrelsy, and, as the Bonnet-maker conceited, one which approached much nearer, goaded his apprehensions to the uttermost; and in a voice, the tones of which expressed the undisguised extremity of instant fear, he exclaimed,

For the sake of our old gossipred,

and for the love of Our blessed Lady, admit me, Henry, if you would not have me found a bloody corpse at thy door, slain by the bloody-minded Douglasses!"

and

"That would be a shame to me,' thought the good-natured Smith; sooth to say, his peril may be real. There are roving hawks that will strike at a sparrow as soon as a heron.'

"With these reflections, half-muttered half-spoken, Henry undid his well-fastened door, proposing to reconnoitre the reality of the danger before he permitted his unwelcome guest to enter the house. But as he looked abroad to ascertain how matters stood, Oliver bolted in like a scared deer into a thicket, and harboured himself by the Smith's kitchen-fire, before Henry could look up and down the lane, and satisfy himself there were no enemies in pursuit of the apprehensive fugitive. He secured his door, therefore, and returned into the kitchen, displeased that he had suffered his gloomy solitude to be intruded upon by sympathizing with apprehensions, which he thought he might have known were so easily excited as those of his timid townsman.