gave her the ticket. It was drawn a £10,000 prize, and he had the half to pay his partner. This is a well known fact.

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WHEN Edward Williams kept a bookseller's shop at Cowbridge, his seditious celebrity soon spread abroad. His circulating catalogue was indeed curious, the Reflections on the French Revolution were entered as the Gospel according to St. Burke; and a collection of Jacobinical pamphlets as Directions for Duck-milking, a title which made all the Welsh farmers send for the book. A son of Alderman Curtis resolved to punish the honest old bard, and went in to ask for the Gospel according to St. Burke. The book was out, but Williams had a new copy, which he offered. No," said Curtis, "this is Burke's Reflections, and what I want is the Gospel according to St. Burke." "Indeed, sir," said Williams, "it is the same book." Curtis said he was going out of town, and had not time to read it. The poor Welchman offered to lend it him for some days. At this time a man who was the spy of government, self-elected to the office in that town, came in," By God, Curtis, we will have it!" and "By God, Mr. Spy," said Polo, " you shall not." Curtis was now looking every where for some sin against government, and his eye caught a book labelled Rights of Man. "What's the price of this ?" "Five shillings." He threw down the money. This shall go to Billy Pitt, and he shook it in triumph at the bard. But when he opened the book, his countenance changed, and he exclaimed, "Damn the rascal-the Bible, by God!"

Poor Williams angrily refused a pension from some wealthy brothers in the West Indies, because he would not partake of the gains made by slavery.

His toast was, "The three securities of liberty. All Kings in hell; the door locked; the key lost."

TELL her in the words of the romance,
"Que no quiero amores
En Inglaterra,

Pues otros mejores

Tengo yo en mi tierra."

cally done till the blood streams down.

SERVANTS in America object to answering a bell; they hold it unfit that Christians should be spoken to with a tongue of metal. Stamping is the usual way of calling them, or knocking. A gentleman having company rung the bell (having one in the room as a fit piece of furniture). He rang repeatedly; at last the servant came up, opened the door, put his head in and cried, the more you ring, the more I wont come.

WHEN Paley first went to Cambridge, he fell into a society of young men far richer than himself, to whom his talents and conviviality made him an acceptable companion, and he was in a fair way for ruin. One morning one of these comrades came into his bedroom before he was up, and he, as usual, thought it was to propose some plan of pleasure for the day. His friend, however, said, "Paley, I have not slept a wink this night for thinking of you. I am, as you know, heir to such a fortune, and whether I ever look in a book at Cambridge or not does not signify a farthing. But this is not the case with you, you have only your abilities to look to, and no man has better, if you do but make the proper use of them. But if you go on this way you are ruined; and from this time forward I am determined not to associate with you, for your own sake. You know I like your company, and it is a great sacrifice to give it up, but give it up I will, as a matter of conscience." Paley lay in bed the whole day, ruminating upon this. In the evening he rose and

| took his tea, ordered his bedmaker to make his fire overnight, and call him at five in the morning; and from that day forward rose always at that hour; went out first wrangler, and became the fortunate man he was.

This he related to his intimate friend Mr. Sheepshanks; from him it came to Mr. Broome, and he told it me this evening, October 6, 1808.

THERE was a negro slave at Surinam whose language no negro in the colony understood, except one who had been a trader, and whose features were also cast in a different mould. He would not work, and was repeatedly punished for his refusal, after the cursed manner of the Dutch. He however explained his reason for refusing. He could not do it, for he was of a sacred order. And having heard in his own country that there were a sacred order of white men, wiser than their brethren, he travelled to the sea coast for the sake of seeing them, and acquiring knowledge. There he was kidnapped and sold to Surinam.

This man escaped and got to the wild negroes, among whom he soon became eminent. Two settlers, a Dutch and an Englishman, fell into their hands; they were about to be put to death, but he made a long speech in their favour (for he soon learnt the mixed language of the colony,) and dismissed them with an exhortation to show mercy as they had received mercy. He himself afterwards was made prisoner, and sentenced to a cruel death. He reminded the judges of what he had done for the two colonists, but no notice would have been taken of it if the Colonel of Sped- | ding's regiment had not indignantly stepped forward and threatened to expose their injustice. The men were called upon; the Englishman refused to bear testimony in his favour, swearing he would see all the black bs broiled before he would stir a step to save the life of one. The Dutchman came, and confirmed the truth of a story which was already well known. The negro's life therefore was spared, but he was chained to a post in the market-place or square, and a whip laid by him, with which every passer by might scourge him as a fellow who was lazy and refused to work.

The man lifted the whip as if to strike, then threw it on the ground, saying, “ Massa, it is better to be flogged than to flog."

From Spedding and from the Colonel Coleridge heard these circumstances, which I have written down immediately after hearing them.-May 26, 1810.

ADDINGTON chose for his title Lord Viscount Ralegh, of Combe (Budley Saltcombe, I suppose), in the county of Devon. Cobbett affirms this positively, and says, it is said the patent was actually made out in that name. He had a farm, or a house, or something formerly the property of Sir Walter there. There was a person, Cobbett adds, whose real name I forget, who was made a peer since the commencement of the Pitt administration, and who expressed a desire to be called Lord Agincourt!

HUNTINGDON is a rogue, and chuckles over the folly of the flock whom he fleeces. When he goes visiting, he carries the seat of his carriage full of his own books; after dinner or supper, he sends for it in, saying, "Now that the wants of the body are supplied, let us think of the soul. What are we in want of at present for ourselves or for others? Bank of Faith, or, &c.

Such fellows have their female jackalls or providers. One of these spiritual procuresses, near York, went to an old lady who had heard the new preacher. 66 Well, and how did she like Mr. * *, and did she feel comfortable after his discourse; was she benefitted; was she better for it? Why yes, the old lady hoped she was. Well, and what return did she think of making? How would she express her sense of gratitude? I assure you that if you send him a piece of cloth, or a box of moulds, Mr. * * is so good a Christian that he wont be offended at it. But do not send him a silver tea-pot, because he has seven already."

"BRING the tray, John."

WHEN the late1 Lord Liverpool died, Toon, who is the family tailor, made the mourning. The servants came and desired | him to make theirs of superfine cloth, which he refused to do, as an imposition upon his employer. They then ordered him to fasten the shoulder-knots so that they might be taken off and put on at pleasure. Honest old Toon had no patience with these fellows, and sewed them down firmly, after the old manner. However they got somebody to alter this to their taste,-the shoulder-knots were worn in the house; but when my gentlemen went out, they laid them aside, and walked the streets, gentlemen in mourning.

BERWICK was omitted in the first income tax bill, and they escaped it the first year. A local joke of their neighbours was, that they were angry at it, as a mark of neglect.

LT. MONEYPENNY, Miss Wood's grandfather, on being paid off, set out with a friend to visit Scotland, and went with that friend to pass a night at Bamborough, at an acquaintance of the companion. The daughter of his host hearing that the lieutenant would have milk for supper, brought him cream, and in consequence he never left Bamborough as long as he lived.

SOUTH SHIELDS - immense hills of cinders and ashes heaped there from the salt pans. In 1795, some hot cinders being laid on these unpremeditatedly by a salt proprietor, set them on fire. Three persons who lived in houses built upon these hills were suffocated in their beds: others much injured, several houses demolished, and the hills, says Sir F. M. Eden, writing nearly two years afterwards, still continue to burn, and to emit a sulphurous smell.

Ar Worksop, £50,000 worth of bones are annually sold at 28. 2d. per bushel. Impos

sible! what bones ?

ADAM CLARKE's new heresy of the monkey.

"WHAT is your mother ?" said Mrs. C. to a boy who came begging one day. "She travels." "She travels! what is that?" "She lates.-? She asks.-? She begs." And thus the word was unkennelled at last.

THE Javanese cocks, especially the bantams, are nearly as large as the Norfolk bustard-so false is it that our little featherbooted breed are bantams.

BEARS for baiting bred near London.

Three books of practical use

"A sober appeal to a Turk or Indian," in English, 1748.

"An Argument (published in 1682) proving the D. of Normandy made no absolute conquest of England."

"Asgill's Argument to prove Man may be translated to eternal Life, without passing through Death." 3

A surgeon in the Medical writes thus of a poor little girl whom he attended in a case of hydrocephalus, whose head after her death he opened, "I was delighted with the beautiful appearance of the pia mater - it was the finest specimen of inflammation I had ever seen."

The Javanese blacken their teeth,-because monkeys' teeth are white.

Red hair pleases the Italian, and our climate hates it.-SIR G. MACKENZIE. Snow-drops are called in Suffolk, Fair maids of February.

Public Amusements.

Dialogue

MONOPOLY of the Theatres. supplied by song or pantomime at Astley's, &c. the coarsest and clumsiest personifications. I saw Murder, and Rage, and Hatred, and Confusion walk in, each carried a paper upon a stick with his name printed in large characters. In came Peace, and they all ran away.

A Pantomime of the Seven Champions. The clown buys rhubarb and puts in a bottle of liquor, whereof he and his fellow fools drink, and the joke was to see them all make wry faces and run off one after another.

When any news has to be told,-for the subject is always the last great event-the taking the Bastile, the capture of Valenciennes, Death of Tippoo, Peace, &c.—a fellow brings in a great scroll and shows it to the audience.

Wynn saw a piece upon the King's recovery at Sadler's Wells. Minerva was drunk.

3 See The Doctor, &c. p. 446, &c. edit. in one volume.-J. W. W.