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died in less than three months, on the first day of the year 1515; and Brandon, who had been created duke of Suffolk the year before, re-appeared at the French court, with letters of condolence, and more persuasive looks. The royal widow was young, beautiful, and rich: and it was likely that her hand would be sought by many princely lovers; but she was now resolved to reward herself for her late sacrifice, and in less than two months she privately married her first love. The queen, says a homely but not mean poet (Warner, in his Albion's England), thought that to cast too many doubts
Were oft to erre no lesse
The gentel queen did guesse,
Were dastardly withstood.
To either's equal good.
Henry showed great anger at first, real or pretended; but he had not then been pampered into unbearable self-will by a long reign of tyranny. He soon forgave his sister and friend; and they were publicly wedded at Greenwich on the 13th of May.
It was during the festivities on this occasion, (at least we believe so, for we have not the chivalrous Lord Herbert's life of Henry VIII. by us, which is most probably the authority for the story; and being a good thing, it is omitted, as usual, by his historians), that Charles Brandon gave a proof of the fineness of his nature, equally just towards himself, and conciliating towards the jealous. He appeared at a tournament on a saddle-cloth, made half of frize and half of cloth of gold, and with a motto on each half. One of the inottos ran thus:
Cloth of frize, be not too bold,
The other :
Cloth of gold, do not despise,
Though thou art match'd with cloth of frize. It is this beautiful piece of sentiment which puts a heart into his history, and makes it worthy remembering
STORY OF TWO HIGHLANDERS.
THERE is perhaps no quality of the mind in which mankind differ more, than in a prompt readiness either to act or answer to the point, in the most imminent and sudden dangers and difficulties; of which the following is a most pleasant instance.
On the banks of the Albany River, which falls into Hudson's Bay, there is, amongst others, a small colony settled, which is mostly made up of emigrants from the Highlands of Scotland. Though the soil of the valleys contiguous to the river is exceedingly rich and fertile, yet the winter being so long and severe, these people do not labour too incessantly in agriculture, but depend for the most part upon their skill in hunting and fishing for their subsistence; there being commonly abundance of both game and fish.
Two young kinsmen, both Macdonalds, went out one day into these boundless woods to hunt, each of them armed with a well-charged gun in his hand, and a skene-dhu, or Highland dirk, by his side. They shaped their course towards a small stream which descends from the mountains to the north-west of the river; on the banks of which they knew there were still a few wild swine remaining; and, of all other creatures, they wished most to meet with one of them; little doubting but that they would overcome even a pair of them, if chance should direct them to their lurking places, though they were reported to be so remarkable both
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for their strength and ferocity. They were not at all successful, having neglected the common game in' searching for these animals; and a little before sunset they returned homeward, without having shot any thing save one wild turkey. But when they least expected it, to their infinite joy they discovered a deep pit or cavern, which contained a large litter of fine half-grown pigs, and none of the old ones with them. This was a prize indeed; so, without losing a moment, Donald said to the other, Mack, you pe te littlest man, creep you in and durk te little sows, and I'll be keeping vatch at te door." Mack complied without hesitation--gave his gun to Donald-unsheathed his skene-dhuấand crept into the cave, head foremost; but after he was all out of sight, save the brogues, he stopped short, and called back, " But Lord, Tonald, be shoor to keep out te ould wons." fearing that, man," said Donald.
The cave was deep, but there was abundance of room in the further end, where Mack, with his sharp skenedhu, now commenced the work of death. He was scarcely well begun, when Donald perceived a monstrous wild boar advancing upon him, roaring, and grinding his tusks, while the fire of rage gleamed from his eyes. Donald said not a word, for fear of alarming his friend; besides, the savage was so hard upon him ere he was aware, that he scarcely had time for any thing : so setting himself firm, and cocking his gun, he took his aim; but, that the shot might prove the more certain death, he suffered the boar to come within a few paces
of him before he ventured to fire. He at last drew the fatal trigger, expecting to blow out his eyes, brains and all. Merciful Heaven! the gun missed fire, or flashed in the pan, I am not sure which. There was no time to lose. Donald dashed the piece in the animal's face, turned his back, and fled with precipitation. The boar pursued him only for a short space,
for having heard the cries of his suffering young ones, as he passed the mouth of the den, he hasted back to their rescue. Most men would have given all up for.
lost-it was not so with Donald-Mack's life was at stake. As soon as he observed the monster return froin pursuing him, Donald faced about, and pursued him in his turn; but having, before this, from the horror of being all torn to pieces, run rather too far without looking back, the boar had by that oversight got considerably ahead of him. Donald strained every nerve uttered some piercing cries—and even, for all his haste, did not forget to implore assistance from Heaven. His prayer was short, but pithy—“O Lord! puir Mack! puir. Mack!” said Donald, in a loud voice, while the tears gushed from his eyes. In spite of all his efforts, the enraged animal reached the mouth of the den before him, and entered! It was, however, too narrow for him to walk in on all-four; he was obliged to drag himself in as Mack had done before; and, of course, his hindfeet lost their hold of the ground. At this important crisis, Donald overtook him—laid hold of his large long tail-wrapped it around both his hands—set his feet to the bank, and held back in the utmost desperation.
Mack, who was all unconscious of what was going on above ground, wondered why he came to be involved in utter darkness in a moment. He waited a little while, thinking that Donald was only playing a trick upon him; but the most profound obscurity still continuing, he at length bawled out, “ Tonald, man; Tonald! phat is it that'll aye pe stopping te light?" Donald was too much engaged, and too breathless, to think of making any reply to Mack's question, till the latter, having waited in vain a considerable time for an answer, repeated it in a louder cry. Donald's famous laconic answer, which perhaps never was, nor ever will be equalled, has often been heard of—"Tonald, man ; Tonald!-I say phat is it that'll aye pe stopping te light?" bellowed Mack. “Should te tail break,- you'll fin' tat,” said Donald.
Donald continued the struggle, and soon began to entertain hopes of ultimate success. When the boar pulled to get in, Donald held back; and when he struggled to get back again, Donald set his shoulders
to him, and pushed him in: and in this position kept him, until he got an opportunity of giving him some deadly stabs with his skenė-dhu behind the short-rib, which soon terminated his existence.
Our two young friends by this adventure realized a - valuable prize, and secured so much excellent food, that it took them several days to get it conveyed home. During the long winter nights, while the family were regaling themselves on the hams of the great wild boar, often was the above tale related, and as often applauded and laughed at.
1. Of the Literary Beau. This is a gentleman who decides quickly and peremptorily on works of the most scientific or erudite nature. A'discovery of Herschel, or an emendation of Porson, is alike familiar and puerile to him. He has great personal activity, and loves to examine all booksellers' shops. Having made his first principal visit at Hookham's, he sallies to Murray's, to Egerton's, and to White's : his pockets are stuffed with magazines and reviews, and, as a lover of high-seasoned dishes, he prefers those of the latter, in which the Cayenne and Tewkesbury mustard predominate. His reading excursions never extend beyond the pages of the Quarterly or Edinburgh Review, from which he learns the names of popular books and enough of their contents to decide upon their merits. Sometimes too he ventures to write, himself, and takes up the critical pen to the sore annoyance of all grave and sensible authors,-he pounces upon his prey with the ferocity of a vulture—though, in grappling with it, he betrays the impotency of the tom-tit. Gentlemen of this description always write upon a patent mahogany desk, with a Hudson's Bay quill, carefully dipped into a silver inkstand.