cheerfulness-a cheerfulness which is imparted to the very fire, which blazes most comfortably as soon as it is wanted. The breakfast is got ready all together. There is no waiting for our toast when our tea is ready, and no deficiency of water when our pot is exhausted. If a friend or two drop in, it is not thought too much to go for a supplemental roll, prepare some coffee, or boil an egg. Not a saucy word in reply to humph, nor a hum, to be heard. crumbled between the teeth, and swallowed whole. a command, nor a No half-oaths are none ready to be Dinner served up to a minute, and done to a tittle. -Nothing is forgot-none of that lamentable want of memory complained of at other times; and the usual plea, "I did not think of it," is discontinued. Cobwebs of three or four months standing are carefully removed, and our grates begin to look as mirrors. Scowering, cleaning, washing, scrubbing, and dusting-all performed by anticipation-Every thing done before it is ordered, instead of a month or six weeks after. No delay in errands-graceful bows at the door, which is opened and shut, as if it could not express any passion! Watchmen twirl the window-pins with most anxious care, and can't bear the sight of a suspicious person; besides being perfectly awake every hour and half-hour. In a word, such an universal politeness and civility prevails among the unprivileged orders, that it would appear they had studied the system of Chesterfield, and practised in the school of Vestris. About a week after the holidays, indeed, it must be confessed there is ***** (hiatus valde deflendus). MUM. INTELLIGENCE INTELLIGENCE FOR THE COUNTRY: IN A LETTER FROM MR. GABRIEL GUBBINS (BEING THE CLOSE OF HIS CORRESPONDENCE) IN LONDON, HIS COUSIN, THE MAYOR OF *****, IN COUNTRY †. ΤΟ [From the Morning Post, Dec. 26.] DEAR COUSIN, OU have seen a King's ship on a jubilee day, Yo THE As it danc'd o'er the waves, its proud banners display; One spark-and this vessel, so gallant, so fair, In smoke, death, and terror, is blown in the air! One spark, and to atoms its timbers are hurl'dA wreck, to dismay and astonish the world. This ship so blown up, is that excellent youth, Who with face most undaunted each hazard would brave, And while they the Colonel's disasters discuss, + See pp. 133, 135, 144, 336. The The word is conspiracy: that is the way And why 'gainst this mode do they make such a pather ♪ 'Tis Best with one bill to get rid of another. But he's gone-the good Colonel! (though not to the skies,) He's gone to that bourne whence he never will rise. And his good-humour'd tricks, will be heard of no more. P. S. The paper came in as this note I was closing, Here's an op'ning at once to get rid of your cash; A PUN, ON A DEACON'S WRITING EPIGRAMS. [From the Morning Chronicle, Dec. 26.] "A DEACON write epigrams?"--why should he not A great name in the church may thereby be got ;. With innocent wit let his verses be fraught, And a deacon shall then an arch deacon be thought, THE NEW-INVENTED MODE OF PROMOTION *. [From the Times, Dec. 26.] WHILST there's life there is hope, some grave scholars maintain, But we now must the proverb amend ; For beyond the dark confines of Death's gloomy reign For 't is true, I assure ye, though strange it may seem, Our wise ones at length have discover'd a scheme To supply want of brains in departments of state, By Dame Goose's assistance, these conjuring knaves. Thus to title dead merit, with infinite pains, Oh! that they had follow'd this excellent plan, See p. 315. Moore ! Would Would to God they had sent out the heroes of old, They can stand the effects of damps, agues, and cold; But, alas! 't was decreed that the brave British host And their bones upon Walcheren's pestilent coast, Gray's Inn, Dec. 1809. J. H. E. THE EXPEDITION TO WALCHEREN: IN A DIALOGUE BETWEEN LORD CM AND A FRIEND. [From the same, Dec. 29.] F.-WHEN sent fresh wreaths on Flushing's shores to reap, What didst thou do, illustrious C--m?-C. Sleep! F. To men fatigu'd with war, repose is sweet; ON THE BATTLE OF TALAVERA. WH [From the same.] WHAT chief with Wellington can vie, IMPROMPTU, • MRS. MOUNTAIN'S FIRST APPEARANCE AFTER HER RETURN FROM DUBLIN. [From the British Press, Dec. 27.] SWEET is the perfume of the Mountain rose, And pure the stream that from the Mountain flows; M ΟΝ |