would be arrested—there was a bad fever in the prison, &c. The poor woman was thus perpetually harassed till the fellow died at last, and she was left destitute and dependant.

*DR. GRAHAM. I saw this half-knave, halfenthusiast twice: at one time he was buried up to the neck in earth in the midst of his patients; at another, sitting up to the chin in warm mud, with his hair in full pigeon-wing dress. As he was haranguing upon the excellent health he enjoyed from the use of earth-bathing, I asked him why he was then in the mud-bath if he wanted no relief? it puzzled him why-he said, -"Why—it was-it was-to show people that it did no harm-that it was quite innocent-that it was very agreeable-and -it gives me a skin as soft as the feathers of Venuses doves." A farmer once emptied a watering pot upon his head when he was buried, “to make him grow " he said. Latterly Graham was an evident enthusiast he would madden himself with opium. rush into the streets, and strip himself to clothe the first beggar he met; but the electrical bed was the infamous pandarism of a scoundrel. He lived upon vegetables, and perpetually declaimed against making the stomach the grave, the charnel house of slaughtered bodies: in one of his pamphlets there is a page of epithets for wheat.

*IN 1797 there was a fellow, an old man, who professed himself to be the Wandering Jew. He did not adhere to the legend, but laid claim to higher antiquity; he had "been with Noah in the ark" he said, “and received from the he-goat a blow on the forehead" of which the scar still remained. | Some person asked him what country he preferred of all that he had visited? he answered, "Spain." The questioner remarked that that was singular as he was a Jew. "God bless you," replied the ready rogue, "it was long before Christianity that I was in Spain, and I shall not go there again till it is all over." Mr. Sloper told

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me these circumstances on the faith of the person who asked him this question.

*THERE is actually now in Bond-street a man who teaches gentlemen for half a guinea to tie their cravatts! Many persons can remember a man who went in his own carriage to dress sallads at the same price.

* Ar Royston in 1793, I saw a hand-bill announcing that a man whose name I do not remember, would give his annual dinner, on a specified day, where every person should be welcome. I learnt that he believed himself wrongfully kept out of a large estate: that he worked at some day labour, and lived very frugally the whole year, to spend his collected savings in this way, on his birthday every year, at an inn upon the estate which he claimed. -In my childhood there was a man at Bristol possessed with the same idea. He had vowed never to wash himself, or put on clean linen, or comb his hair, cut his nails or shave till he had recovered his right. He kept the vow and died in his dirt: they called him black John.

THE Christ Church Smugglers say when a drowned comrade is enquired for, “he's on the other side the water."

THE mother of Pat who nursed me lived in service at London, in 1745. It was near Tower Hill, and on the day that some of the rebel lords were executed she was sent for beer to a pot house in that neighbourhood. While she was there a man brought in some liver, which he gave to be drest, affirming with bitter curses that it was the liver of one of the rebels. How have such stories been circulated against the French, as if the mad brutality of an individual characterized his nation! - But this was probably the lie of a brutal bravo.

rel between the stable-boy, and young Hanmer the grocer next door. A lady had lost a "curious" pigeon, and employed Hanmer to get it cried and pay a reward of five shillings if it was recovered. The stable-boy had a hawk which he carried to the bell-man--the bell-man looked—“God bless my soul! it is a curious pigeon!" and away they went to Hanmer.-" Well! this is the most curious pigeon I ever saw! I don't wonder the lady offered five shillings for it," - and he pays the stable-boy the reward. The lady however knew a hawk from a pigeon — and Hanmer was now come to abuse the stable-boy for a rogue and recover the money-which he had wisely spent.

*WHEN Mrs. Danvers lived at Cirencester a fellow showed for a penny the fork that belonged to the knife with which Margaret Nicholson attempted to kill the king.

NEAR Rownham I once met two men, who were carefully lifting a square box over a stile. I asked them what was in it? they told me "the little woman," whom they were carrying to show some lady at the Wells. They carried it with short poles like a little sedan something, and gimlet holes were the only air avenues for the people would have seen her for nothing had there been a window!

Copied from the original. It is in Miss Barker's possession and was sent to her uncle's house near Llandaff.

A MESSENGER and inviter I am to the landlord and landlady of the house, and the rest of the family, as they arise and sleep, them that likes the journey, to the wedding of David Rees, millman at Cyfarthfa, and Gwenny Davies, servant maid at Richard Crawshays Esq., against Saturday the 14th. of May, she come out of her own house where they goes to live in burch grove, and he comes out of the next door, to Merthyr church to be married, and back

to their own house to enjoy the wedding. There will be meat and drink and all other attendance such as they can afford; it shall be ready for you, not for you to take it an excuse further that you should not be invited to the bride or the bridegroom separately. I do invite you for them both, and you go to which you please. There will be two musicks to divert while you are at meat, and to divert you to dance as long as you chuse to stay after meat: if you don't chuse to dance, you shall have pipes and tobacco to divert you, with ale, either plain ale or sweet ale only acquaint the waiter. There will be a large box of snuff to wait on you if you chuse to take a pinch.

The musicians are David James, harper, and Wm. Jones, fidler.

And Henry Morgan is the Inviter.1

JOSEPH WHITE of Poole was an uncommonly wealthy merchant. His will was very extraordinary. He left each of his ships to the captain who commanded it for seven years, after which they were to return them in good condition to his brother. His brother was to use them with the rest of his fortune seven years - at the end of the fourteen Joseph expected to return to life and reclaim his property.—A sailor in one of his vessels heard on his arrival, of his employer's death and was affected. Howbeit, land, air, and an alehouse abated his feelings they operated singularly-he went to the merchant's grave- and lay down upon it-" Joe," said he, "Joe-Joe White-what-no answer?—not a word to an old servant!-here, Joe-change me a shilling"-and he threw one upon the grave. "No answer- Ah poor Joe-such a rich fellow-and now canst not give change for a shilling!-- -"Captain Stokes, whom I met at Faro, and who told me this, was once when a boatswain with a very wicked

The reader should refer to the notes on "Bride-Ale," in Sir H. ELLIS's edition of BRAND'S Popular Antiquities. In my younger days these things were common in North Wales, as I dare say they are now.-J. W. W.

captain. One night, in calm weather, the helmsman came to him,-"Boatswain" said he, "I wish I was out of this ship. Just now there came a boat along side with only one man in it--and he went round the vessel under the cabin window- and then they disappeared but the captain directly came up storming and cursing like a mad man." This fellow shocked his whole crew-he used to look up to heaven, and curse the sky and the sun and moon and stars.

Stokes was most amusingly superstitious. He said many ships were haunted, and sailors who knew their character would not embark in them. A captain told him that his mate at daybreak called him, to say three vessels were in sight. After some time he came down again-he did not know what to make of the vessels-whether they were French or English- they vere 'em on-and he was coming up to them. At eight in the morning he again roused the captain-they were close and in danger— they were three pinnacle rocks like the Eddystone. It was between the Azores and Cape St. Vincent. Stokes sailed in that course as near as possible to look for them -but in vain.

A NAVY Surgeon loved to prescribe salt water. He fell overboard one day: "Zounds, Will," says a sailor, "there's the doctor tumbled into his own medicine chest."

"DAMN the French!" said an Irish sailor, "they are such ignorant rascals! here now," and he took off his hat and pointed to it: "What do you think they call this that I have in my hand?" "That! -why a hat I suppose." "No-damn their eyes-they call it a chapeau!"

A MAN advertises an Infirmary for dogs -single dogs taken in to board and nurse at half a guinea per week.

IT is a trade to write advertisements. A fellow wrote to Duppa, who he observed, had not leisure to attend to the science. It was his profession: he wrote four for halfa-guinea. Another fellow called upon him, said he was intimate with the nobility and could serve his work. “I suppose, Sir, you allow centage." Dr. Thornton had ac

'This Paschal Loaf is still common in Sussex,

for wit.

each year; and the remarkable point is, that many superstitiously keep it who cannot be persuaded to communicate.-J. W. W.

Pocock, the schoolmaster, by S. Michael's churchyard, has a machine to punish the boys, which they call the royal patent selfacting ferule.

SAYERS the schoolmaster put arms into his boys' hands, and had them exercised during the "alarm." They were taught that they ought to resist their natural enemies, and by an easy and obvious logic discovered that their natural enemies were the master and usher, whom they accordingly resolved to shoot. Some accident discovered the plan, and prevented murder; but it was necessary to call in the military to reduce them. This was hushed up, so many families of consequence here were concerned

in it.

"WHAT is become of your dog, Sir John?" said a friend to Sir John Danvers.

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.

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,