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ing the part she has assumed, she descanted in a sanctimonious, mystic tone, on death, and on the happiness of having been an useful instrument to others in the way of their salvation. She afterwards gave us a rhapsody of prophecies to read, ascribed to one Dr. Love, who was beheaded in Cromwell's time; wherein she clearly discerned, according to her accounts, the French revolution, the decline and downfall of popery, and the impending end of the world. Finding, however, that this conversation was but ill adapted to engage our attention, she cut short her harangue at

We had indeed already seen more than enough to estimate the character of this bad actress, whose pretended sanctity only inspired us with contempt and disgust, and who is altogether incapable of imposing upon any person of common understanding, unless those of the most simple minds, or downright enthusiasts. Her speeches are so strongly contradicted by the tenor of her actions; her whole conduct; her expence, compared with that of other families within a circumference of fifty miles; her way of living, and her dress, form such a striking contrast with her harangues on the subject of condemning earthly enjoyments; and the extreme assiduity with which she is continually endeavouring to induce children, over whom she has any influence, to leave their parents, and form a part of her community ; all those particulars so strongly militate against the doctrine of peace and universal love, which she is incessantly preaching, that we were all actually struck with abhorrence of her duplicity and hypocrisy, as soon as the first emotions of our curiosity subsided.

Her fraudulent conduct, indeed, has been discovered by so many persons, and so much has been said against it, that it is difficult to account for

her having had any adherents at all, even for a short time. And yet she will probably retain a sufficient number, to increase still further her fortune, which is already considerable for the country in which she resides, and fully adequate to the only end which she now seems anxious to attain; namely, to live independent, in a decent, plentiful, and even elegant manner. There are so many weakminded religionists, and Jemima is so particularly careful to select her disciples among persons who are either very old or very young, that her imposture, however gross and palpable to the discerning, may yet be carried on for some time with success, sufficient to answer her ultimate purpose. If her credit should sink too low, she would find herself constrained to transplant her holiness to some other region; and, in fact, she had, last year, harboured the design of removing her family and establishment, aud of settling in Carlton Island, on the Lake of Ontario, where she would enjoy the satisfaction of living under the English government, which, by her account, has proffered her a grant of land.

Beauties of the Drama.


[From Kotzebue's Spaniards in Peiu, Act II. Sc. 1 ]

Cora. He is the picture of you !
Alon. Of you rather, ny love.

Cora. Nay, now Alonzo, indulge me with the pleasure of tracing my dear husband's likeness in his lovely boy!

Alon. But is not his hair the colour of your's ? Cora. Ah! but he has his father's blue eyesAlon. The mother's dimples are in his smiles!

Cora. (Kissing the child.) Oh! he's like youlike me-the picture of us both!

Alon. The little rogue deprives me of half your embraces-half your kisses too i

Cora. Do I not kiss the father in the child?
Alon. I shall be jealous of him.

Cora. Oh, 'tis in him and you Cora exists !-I dreamt the other night that he had cut a tooth

Alon. That day will be a merry one.

Cora. And so it will be when he can run froni me to you.

Alon. Ayemand when he can call in lisping accents, father and mother!

Cora. Oh, Alonzo !--- the grateful incense we must offer incessantly to the gods

Alon. The gods and Rolla-
Cora. You are happy, Alonzo, are you not ?
Alon. Can my dear Cora ask that question ?

Cora. Then why your frequent startings in sleep-your evident disquietude-your involuntary sighs ?

Alon. Am I not forced to take up arms against my brethren ?

Should the Spaniards be victorious, what will become of us ?

Cora. We will fly to the mountains for refuge! Alon. Fly-with an infant at your breast ? Cora. Why not?-Do you suppose a mother, when she flies from danger, can feel an infant's weight?


(Count of Burgundy, Act III. Sc. 8.)

your heart?

PETER, HENRY, &c. Peter. Now, son, while this opportunity offers, may I enquire the state of

Hen. Oh, father, my happiness is ineffable !

Was I not then right in predicting that all your late ideas would perish in oblivion ?

Hen. No, Sir, the supposition was wrong . My constancy is unshaken-I love Elizabeth more than ever! What youthful fancy promised, Providence has accomplished. Vain were my hopes, but Heaven regarded them! In this dress I seem not what I was; my external form is changed, but I am still the same within my heart is unalterable !—Though now saluted as the Count of Burgundy, I feel myself the humble Henry still!

Peter. Son

Hen. May not the sweet sensation of rendering happy be participated, and will not that participa tion render the happiness double ? - Why should not a prince engage in domestic concerns, that by being the father of a family at home, he may learw his duty as a father of the people !

Peter. 'Tis just

Hen. Have you not yourself remarked, that the prince who knows what it is to be a husband and à father, is naturally the most anxious to promote the happiness of his subjects? His heart will not permit him to separate the wife from her beloved the son from the parent. Peter. This is all true. It is not to be supposed

will remain single.

that you

Hen. Then let an express be sent to Hallwyl without delay

Peter. To Hallwyl !
Hen. Aye-Elizabeth or none!--I have sworn

Peter. But the oath came from the lips of a Henry!

Hen. And the Count of Burgundy will adhere to it!

Peter. But this is a disgrace to your dignity!

Hen. Disgrace! Oh, say not that! -The prince who acts wrong, is as much degraded by the act as is the beggar---but when he takes virtue to his throne, he is a prince indeed !

The Eabinet of 315irth.

Here let the jest and mirthful tale go round."


MIDDLE aged gentleman paid his addresses

to a very young lady, but when he asked her in marriage, was refused. Having acquainted a neighbouring clergyman of his disappointment, he received the following laconic, scriptural answer" You ask and you receive not, because you ask a miss."

An advertisement in an Irish paper, lately setting forth the many conveniences and advantages to be derived from metal window sashes, among other particulars, observed that “ these sashes would last for ever, and afterwards, if the owner had no use for them, they might be sold for old iron."

Wit.-In a private conversation, the late Earl of Chatham asked Dr. Henniker, among other questions, how he defined wit? The Doctor re

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