LONDON, SATURDAY, AUGUST 19, 1837.

MARYLEBONE.

love so pure as thine! But I shall strive to merit
it; and the remembrance of those sighs, those
tears of thine, will ever awaken in my bosom a

Shed but one tear ere I depart,
A drop to soothe my bosom's pain;
I'll shrine the treasure in my heart,
And it shall wake my smiles again.
Breathe but one sigh of fond regret,
Enough! I see those eyes are wet (!)
While sorrow's tear shall mutely fall;
Those precious drops pay me for all!

On Tuesday, Mrs. Johanna Wonicott, a well-desire for the glorious and the good! dressed Lilliputian lady from the sister country, appeared before the bench to make a complaint" against her father-in-law, Mr. William Wonicott, tailor, of Great Portland-street. The fair complainant, who wore a smart black silk dress and sky blue bonnet, very attractively adorned with ribbands, was accompanied by her husband, a tiny knight of the thimble and shears, so curtailed of his fair proportions that he scarcely reached the ninth part of a man. Mr. Rawlinson (to the complainant.) What is the cause of your disagree-The encircling arms which late entwined, ment?" Complainant (covering her face with a lily-white handkerchief.)-" Och! och ! ashamed to mintion it among so many grave gintlemen." Mr. Rawlinson.-" But we must know." Complainant.-"It's sich a dilicate and tinder subject" Mr. Rawlinson-" Never mind, go on." Complainant.-" Och, then, so I will; it is all about love-love, Sir, has been the cause of all this mischief. This little gintleman (pointing to her husband) is married to me." Mr. Rawlinson.

I'm

In joy, thy sylph-like beauteous form;
Must now engage the furious wind,
And brave the buffets of the storm.
Again! again! that last caress;

Repeat once more that kind adieu !
When care and dangers round me press,
Fond memory still shall turn to you!"

A LADY'S PROMISE.

Thomas, Earl Rivers, who married Sir George
Lady Penelope d'Arcy, daughter and co-heir of
Trenchard, was left a widow at seventeen. She
Sir William Hervey, Knt., of Ickworth, in Suffolk.
wedded secondly, Sir John Gage, Knt., and thirdly,
This fair lady and wealthy heiress was wooed by
in chivalry bound, were disposed to contest the
three suitors at the same time, and the Knights, as

forbade the battle, and menaced the disobedient
Knights with her eternal displeasure, promising
jocularly that, if they had but patience, she would
have them all in their turns, and she actually ful-
filled her promise-for she espoused first, Sir
George Trenchard, of Wolverton, secondly; Sir
John Gage, of Foile; and thirdly, Sir William.
Hervey, of Ickworth.

A TAR OF THE OLD SCHOOL.

"Get drunk, Sir!" replied Wolfe, with the gravest possible expression of countenance; while Strangways burst out into an immoderate fit of laughter. "May I go, Sir," continued Wolfe; when he thought the Lieutenant had had sufficient time to indulge his merriment. "It is contrary to all rule, Sir," said Strangways, scarcely able to articulate for laughter; but since you have kept your promise so faithfully, I will permit you for this once to go." "Thank you, Sir," said Wolfe, with the same immoveable gravity of countenance and in a few minutes, he was seen pulling off in one of the Malay boats that attended the ship with fruit. He kept his word as faithfully on this as on the former occasion: and, towards evening, he was carried on board in a state of "most blissful oblivion."

A WOMAN'S FAREWELL.
BY ALARIC A. WATTS.

Fare the well! "Tis meet we part,
Since other ties and hopes are thine;
Pride that can nerve the lowliest heart,
Yes, I will wipe my tears away,
Will surely strengthen mine!

Repress each struggling sigh,
Call back the thoughts thon led'st astray,
Then lay me down and die!

Fare the well! I'll not upbraid

Thy fickleness or fasehood now

Repair one broken vow?

But if reproach may wake regret,

In one so false or weak,

Think what I was when first we met,
And read it-on my cheek!
Fare the well! On yonder tree

One leaf is fluttering in the blast,
Withered and sere-a type of me-
For I shall fade as fast!
While many a refuge still hast thou,
Thy wandering heart to save,
From the keen pangs that wring mine now:
I have but one-the grave!

THE SABBATH COERCION BILL.

"Well, what of that? Complainant.-" Plenty of that, as you shall hear, Sir. This little gintleman, Sir, is the defendant's son, and lives with his father. Well, you must know that I came to live under the same roof about six months ago, when the young gintleman was smitten by me.' Mr. Rawlinson." Smitten by you; smitten with you, I suppose you mean?" Complainant. Yes, Sir, he fell desperately in love; completely up to prize with target and lance; but the lady herself Can the wild taunts of love betrayed his ears." Mr. Rawlinson." He was not very deep in love then, if we are judge from his height." Complainant." Well, Sir, so it was; he popped the question, I could not say nay, and we were duly and legally united in holy wedlock, about four months since, in St. Martin's Church. We have continued to live in the house ever since, as innocent and happy as a pair of doves, never continted asunder, and it is this, Sir, that has roused so much wrath in the breast of my father-in-law, who appears not to be susceptible of our tinder emotion. He complains of business being neglected by his son, that he has shown that he prefers the tender suit of love to the suits of his customers. In short, Sir, he told me on Sunday that he would have no more billing and cooing in his house, and actually took hold of me by my shoulders to push me out of the place. I caught hold of the frill of his shirt in my alarm, and he accused me of fearing it. I did not tear it, but merely held myself up by it, when he pushed me down." Mr. Rawlinson."Is this the assault you complain of?" Complainant. "Yes, your Worship. He says he'll have me out of the house, but I don't go unless my dear darling Anthony, who loves me to distraction, goes with me Mr. Rawlinson." How old is Anthony?" Complainant." Just 19 and a half last April Fool's day." Mr. Rawlinson." Did you obtain the consent of your husband's father to the match ?" Complainant." No, Sir." Mr. Rawlinson.-"Whose fault was that ?" Complainant." My husband's; he was too deep in love to ask any consent but mine." Mr. Rawlinson." But you are older than he, and ought to have taught him better." Complainant. It is true, Sir, I have a little the advantage of him in years (she appeared about thirty,) but we matched so exactly in size and other respects, that I thought we could not do better than to get married." The case was dismissed, and the Lilliputian couple left the office sighing and looking unutterable things.

MIDNIGHT.

At this solemn hour of silence and solitude, while others are dreaming away in their sluggard beds the little span of life allotted them here below (below in reality,) let me revel in luxuriant reminiscences of Sophia! O thou angel! brighter than the brightest seraph that ever glided through the regions of the sky; how unworthy am I of a

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One morning when his late Majesty's ship Hesperus lay at the Cape, a seaman, named Wolfe, applied to Lieutenant Strangways for leave to go on shore. "No, Wolfe," said Strangways; "I cannot allow you to go on shore. You know the last time you got leave, you came on board drunk ; and such conduct cannot be permitted." "I pro- A few reasons in dissent from that uncalled-for mise you. Sir," said Wolfe," I wont get drunk." measure. That the spirit of coercion is contrary "What do you want to do ashore ?" inquired to the principles of religion and repugnant to the Strangways. I want to fight!" "To fight!" best intentions of Christianity. While penal enactrepeated Strangways; "a pretty errand truly ments can only partake of persecution-exercised, And with whom, pray, do you mean to fight?" as they must be, with rigour and restraint-ex"With black Sambo, the prize-fighter, Sir. He citing the most poignant feelings of hatred and challenged me to a match before I joined the ship; malice-calling forth the bitterest passions of reand he has been taunting me ever since, insinuating sentment-and begetting the public scorn and that I am afraid to stand to my bargain. This is detestation of those who become the instruments the morning on which we were to meet, Sir; and, of enforcing the unworthy and un-Christian meaif I do not attend, they will call me coward." "It sures. That the cause of religion is best served was extremely foolish in you to enter into any such and promoted by humility and forbearance, mercy engagement, Sir," replied Strangways; "but and moderation, and suffers more from its fanatiwhat you say is true-if you do not attend, those cal followers and blind bigots than from all the Cape Town bullies may impute it to cowardice. mischiefs attendant on open infidelity.—That You promise me you won't get drunk?" "Iman from a state of moral reflection, can only be promise, Sir!" "Then you may go." Wolfe brought to the observance of religious ordinances accordingly, went on shore; and, after an ab- by the conviction of his own mind and the appresence of about an hour and a half, he returned hension of his soul's salvation. The enforcing, without having tasted a drop of liquor. As soon therefore, of sacred obligations, by outward peras he got on deck, he went to Strangways and formance, is an innovation upon the liberty of the reported himself. "I am come on board, Sir, subject, and while it may make many hypocrites, sober!" "Well," replied Strangways, "I am it can never tend to the honour or advancement glad you have kept your word. Did you fight the of Christian precepts. That the great Creator of match?" "I did, Sir." "Was it a long one?" the Universe, in His mercies to his creatures, and "Fifty minutes, Sir, by the watch." "Who in the laws of His creation, never intended that conquered?" "I did, Sir." “Did you punish man should be restricted from those harmless your opponent severely?" "Why, Sir, I beat him, recreations on the Sabbath day, which are necesand that's just saying enough." "Right! You sary to the body's health, and for the repair of may retire, Sir." "I hope, Sir, you will have no those functions which labour has injured, and objections to let me go ashore again," said Wolfe, where the mind, as well as the body, needs restill lingering in the neighbourhood of the Lieu- freshment from six days' ardent toil-pent up in tenant. "What! at present?" Yes, Sir." the purlieus of the crowded metropolis. Any Why, what do you want to do ashore now?" means, therefore, destructive of such a consum

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mouth calculated seriously to perplex a quartern
loaf. Dick perused her features attentively, and
thought he had never before seen her look so
ugly. But this of course: Venus herself would
look a fright, if she came to dun for money.
"Ah, poppet, is that you?" exclaimed Dick,
affectionately patting the urchin's head, by way of
an agreeable commencement to the conversation:
Why, how the dear boy grows! Blessings on his
pretty face, he's the very image of his ma!"

"Come, come, Mr. Diddler," replied Mrs. Dibbs, that language won't do no longer. You've been blessing my little Tom twice a-day ever since you got into my books, but I'm not a-going to take my accounts in blessings. Blessings won't pay my milk-score, so I must have my money, and this very day too, for I've got a bill to make up to-morrow."

"Have patience, my good lady, and all will be
right."

Ay, so you've said for the last month; but
saving's one thing, and doing's another."
"Very good."

"But it arn't very good; it's very bad."
"Well, well, no matter, Mrs. D-
"No matter, but I say it's a great matter-a
matter of ten pounds fifteen shillings; to say no-
thing of them oysters what you did me out of last
night."

Exactly so; and you shall have it all this very day, for it so happens that I'm going into the City to receive payment of a debt that has been owing me since November last. And this reminds me that I have not yet breakfasted! so pray send N. B. If this is thought too much, though allow-sibly have known, that I had an appointment in up-now don't apologise, for you could not posable in law, I will submit to take ten guineasIllustrations of Human Life, by the author of Tremaine.

THE LUCK OF A DAY,

(A Scene from Real Life.)

Fenchurch-street at ten o'clock."

"Breakfast!" exclaimed Mrs. Dibbs, with a disdainful toss of her head; "no, no, not a mouthful shall you have till I get my money; I'm quite sick of your promises!"

"Nay, but my dear Mrs. D

"It's no use argufying the pint; what I've said I'll stand to. Come, Tom-drat the boy! why don't you come?" and so saying, the choleric dame, catching fast hold of her son by the pinafore, flounced out of the room, banging the door after her with the emphasis of a hurricane.

When things are at the worst they are sure to mend, says the old adage; and the hero of the following narrative is a case in point. Dick Diddler was a distant connexion, by the mother's side, of the famous Jeremy, immortalized by Dick remained a few minutes behind, in the Kenney. He was a shrewd, reckless adventurer, hope that breakfast might yet be forthcoming; gifted with an elastic conscience, that would but finding there was not the slightest prospect stretch like Indian rubber, and a genius for rais- of his landlady's relenting, he, in the true spirit ing the wind unsurpassed by Eolus himself. At of an indignant Briton, consigned her " eyes" to the period to which this tale refers, he had dissi-perdition, and, having thus expectorated his wrath pated at the minor West-end dens, and elsewhere, the last farthing of a pittance which he inherited from his father, and was considerably in arrears with his landlady, a waspish gentlewoman, who rented what she complacently termed "an airy house" in the windiest quarter of Camden Town. This was embarrassing; but Dick was not one to despair. He had high animal spirits, knowledge of the world, imperturbable self-possession, good exterior, plausible address, and a modesty which he felt persuaded would never stand in the way of his advancement.

Thousands of London adventurers, it has been observed, rise in the morning without knowing how they shall provide a meal for the day. Our hero was just now in this predicament, for he had not even the means of procuring a breakfast. Something, however, must be done, and that immediately, so he applied himself to a cracked bell which stood on his ill-conditioned table, and, while waiting his landlady's answer to the tintinnabulary summons, occupied himself by casting a scrutinizing glance at his outer Adam. Alas! there was little here to gratify the eye of taste and gentility! His coat was in that peculiar state denominated seedy," his linen was as yellow as a sea-sick cockney, and his trowsers evinced tokens of an antiquity better qualified to inspire reverence than admiration.

began to furbish up his faded apparel. He tucked
in his saffron shirt-collar, buttoned up his coat to
the chin, refreshing the white seams with the
"Patent Reviver," smoothed round his silk hat,
which luckily was in good preservation, and then
rushed out of the house with the desperate deter-
mination of breakfasting at some one's expence.
There is nothing like the gastric juice to stimulate
a man's ingenuity. It is the secret of half the
poetic inspiration of our literature.

"Upon my life, that's very awkward; particularly so, as he requested me to be—”

"Oh! I suppose then, you're the gentleman that was expected here to breakfast this morning?" "The very same, my dear."

"Well," continued the girl, unlocking the gate, master desired me to say that you were to walk in, and not wait for him; for he had to go into Tottenham-court-road on business, and should not be back for an hour."

Dick took the hint, walked in, and in an instant was hard at work.

How he punished the invigorating coffee! What havoc he wrought among the eggs and French rolls! Never was seen such voracity since the days of the ventripotent Heliogabalus. His expedition was on a par with his prowess, for Mr. Smith's guest being momentarily expected, he felt that he had not a moment to lose. Accordingly, after doing prompt impartial justice to every article on the table, he coolly rang the bell, and without noticing the muttered" my stars!" of the servant as she glanced at the wreck before her, he desired her to tell Mr. Smith that, as he had a visit to pay in the neighbourhood, he could not wait of the day; and then putting on his hat with an longer for him, but would call again in the course air, he quitted the cottage on the best possible terms with himself and all the world. There is nothing like good eating and drinking to bring out the humanities.

Having no professional duties to attend to, Dick strolled on to Hampstead Heath, where he seated himself on a bench that commands an extensive view towards the West and North. Here he continued musing for upwards of an hour, in that buoyant mood which a good breakfast never fails to call forth. It was early yet to trouble himself about dinner, or his landlady's bill; and Dick was not the man to recognise a grievance till it stared him in the face; when, if he could not give it the cut direct, he would boldly confront and grapple with it so he occupied himself with whistling one of Mackheath's songs in the Beggar's Opera.

While thus idling away his time, and picturing in his mind's eye the perplexed visages of Mr. Smith and his guest, when they should become acquainted with the extent of their calamity, Dick's attention was suddenly directed to the sound of voices near him. He listened; and from the dulcet accents in which the conversation was carried on, felt persuaded that the parties were making love. Curious to ascertain who they were, he retreated behind one of the broadest elins on the terrace, and there beheld a dry old maid, thin as a thread-paper, and as straight as a stick of sealing-wax, smirking and affecting to blush at something that was whispered in her ear by a young man. Our adventurer fancied that the latter's person was familiar to him; so, the instant the enamoured turtles separated, he emerged from his hiding place, and saw, advancing towards the bench he had quitted, an old com-rogue, to whom in his better days he had lost many a sum at the gambling-table. The recognition was mutual.

"What! Dick Diddler!”
"What! Sam Spragge!"

Chance, or perhaps that ruling destiny which, do what we will, still sways all our actions, led Dick's steps in the direction of the Hampsteadroad. It was a bright, cool, summer morning; the housemaids were at work with their brooms outside the cottages; the milkman was going his rounds with his "sky-blue;" and the shiny porter pots yet hung upon the garden rails. As our hero moved onward, keeping his mouth close shut, lest the lively wind might act too excitingly on his unfurnished epigastrum, his attentive optics chanced to fall on a cottage, in the front parlour of which, the window being open, he beheld a sight that roused all the sharks or aldermen within him-to wit, a breakfast set forth in a style Samuel smiled, and pointed significantly towards that might have created an appetite "under the the ancient virgin, who was just then crossing the ribs of death." Dick stopped-the case was des-heath, near the donkey stand. perate; but his self-possession was equal to the emergency. "A Mr. Smith lives here," said he, Just as he had completed his survey, his land-running his eye hastily over the premises: "the lady entered the room, accompanied by her first- bower, and the wooden god, those trees so neatly born, a hopeful youth, with a fine expanse of clipped, and that common-place-looking terrier

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Eight hundred a-year!" said Dick, musing; "lucky dog! And how long have you known her?" "Oh! an eternity. Three days." "And where did you pick her up?" "Under a gateway in Camden-town, where we were both standing up for the rain." "You seem to have made excellent use of your time."

"Nothing easier. I could see at a glance, that she was quite as anxious for a husband as I am for a rich wife; so, after some indifferent chat, about the weather, &c. I prevailed on her to accept of my escort home; talked lots of sentiments as we jogged along under my umbrella: praised her beauty to the skies-for she is inordinately vain, though ugly enough, as you must have seen, to scare a ghost-and, in short, did not quit her till she had promised to meet me on the following day."

"And she kept her word, no doubt ?" "Yes, I have now seen her four times, and am sure that if I could muster up funds enough for a Gretna-green trip,—for she has all the romance of a boarding-school girl,-I could carry her off this very night. But I cannot, Dick, I cannot," and Sam heaved a sigh that was quite pathetic.

"Can you not borrow of her? 'tis for her own good. you know."

"Impossible! I have represented myself as a man of substance, and were she once to suppose me otherwise, so quick-witted is she on money matters, that she would instantly give me my dismissal."

"And what is your angel's name?" "Priscilla Spriggins."

"My dear fellow," exclaimed Dick, with a sudden gust of emotion, "from my soul I pity you; but, alas! sympathy is all I have to offer look here!" and turning his empty pockets inside out, he displayed two holes therein, about as big as the aperture of a mouse trap.

longer, hurried away towards the rostrum, as though he feared our hero would repent the transfer of a painting for which he himself imagined he should be able to screw about eight hundre pounds out of his lordship, who was remarkable for the readiness with which he paid through his nose.

"Three hundred!" roared Dick, with an in-auctioneer, and would not trouble him to stay trepid effrontery that extorted universal respect; for to his other admirable qualities he added that of being a "brag" of the first water, and was proud, even though it were but for a moment, of displaying his consequence among strangers. As this was the highest bidding, the picture was knocked down to our hero, who having cracked his joke, and gratified his swaggering propensities, was about to beat a retreat when he found his elbow twitched by a nervous eager little man, a duodecimo edition of a virtuoso-who had only that moment entered the room.

No sooner had Dick lost sight of Mr. Smithson, than away he flew from the house, bounding and leaping like a ram, till he reached the main street, when, changing his exultant pace for a more sober and gentleman-like one, he hailed the Hampstead coach, which was about leaving the office, snugly ensconced himself inside, and within the hour was (To be continued.)

"So you have purchased the Paul Potter, sir, I
understand," said the stranger, wiping the pers-
piration from his bald head, and evidently strug-deposited at Charing-cross.
gling with his vexation.

Dick nodded an affirmative, not a little curious
to know what would come next.

"Bless my soul, how unlucky. To think that I should have been five minutes too late, and such a run as I had for it! Excuse the liberty I am taking, but have you any wish to be off your bargain, sir?-not that I am particularly anxious about the picture, I merely ask for information; that's all, sir, I assure you," added the virtuoso, aware that he had committed himself, and endeavouring to retrieve his blunder.

Dick cast one of his most searching glances at the stranger, and reading in his countenance the anxiety be would fain have concealed in a show of indifference, said in his shyest and most composed manner, may I beg to be favoured with your name, sir?"

"Smithson, sir,-Richard Smithson, agent to Lord Theodore Thickskull, whose picture-gallery I have the honor of a commission to furnish; and happening to read a day or two ago in the Times, that a few old paintings were to be disposed of by auction here on the premises, I thought perhaps—” "Indeed! That alters the case," replied our An expressive pause followed this touching ex-hero with an air of dignified courtesy, "for I have hibition; shortly after which, the two adventurers some slight acquaintance with his lordship myself." parted; Sam returning towards London with a "Bless my soul, how odd!-how uncommon view, no doubt, of seeking, like Apollyon," whom odd! Possibly, then, for my lord's sake, you will he might devour;" and Dick remaining where he not object towas, casting, ever and anon, a glance towards the house where the fair Priscilla vegetated, and meditating, the while, on the revelation that had just been made to him.

Tired, at length, of reverie, he rose from the bench, and made his way back into Hampstead slowly, for every step was bringing him nearer his unreasonable landlady. On passing down by Mount Vernon, he beheld the walls on either side of him placarded with hand bills, announcing that an auction was to take place that day at a large old family mansion (the by-streets of Hampstead abound in such) close by; and, on moving towards the spot, he saw, by the groups of people who were lounging at the open door, that the sale had already begun. By way of killing an idle half-hour or so, Dick entered; and elbowing his way up stairs, soon found himself in a spacious drawing-room, crowded with pictures, vases, old porcelain, and other articles of (virtue).

Just at that moment the auctioneer put up a landscape painting by one of the old masters, on which he expatiated with the customary professional eloquence. "Going, ladies and gentlemen, going for two hundred pounds-undoubted Paul Potter-highly admired by the late lamented Lawrence-sheep so naturally coloured, you'd swear you could hear them bleat-frame, too, in excellent condition-going, going-"

“Two hundred and thirty!” said a small gentleman in spectacles, raising himself on tiptoe to catch the auctioneer's eye.

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No," replied Dick, smiling, "I did not say
that."
"Rely on it, sir," continued the fidgety little
virtuoso, " you are mistaken in your estimate of
that painting. They say it is a Paul Potter; but
it's no such thing,-no such thing, sir,"

"Then why are you so anxious to get possession
of it?"

"Who! I, sir? Bless my soul, I am not anxious; I merely thought that as his lordship was particularly partial to landscapes, he might be tempted, perhaps, to give more.'

"Well," said Dick, eager to bring the matter to a conclusion, " as I have no pressing desire to retain the picture, though it is the very thing for my library, in Mount-street, you shall have it; but on certain conditions.”

"Name them, my dear sir, name them," said the virtuoso, his eyes sparkling with animation.

"I have bought the painting," resumed Dick, for three hundred guineas; now you shall have it for six hundred. You see I put the matter quite on a footing of business, without the slightest reference to his lordship."

"Six hundred guineas! Bless my soul, impossible!"

"Not a farthing less. The pictures in this house, as the advertisement which brought me up here at this unseasonable hour, before I had even time to complete my toilette, justly observes, have been long celebrated, and

"I'll give you five hundred," replied Smithson,
cutting short Dick's remarks.

"Well, well, for his lordship's sake."
"Good!" exclaimed the virtuoso; and, hurry-
ing Dick to a more quiet corner of the room, he
took out pen and inkhorn, wrote a check on a
west-end banker for the amount of the balance,
thrust it into his hands, and then, after assuring
him that he would arrange every thing with the

OLD BABIES.

Some young men, travelling on horseback among the White Mountains, became inordinately thirsty, and stopped for milk at a house by the road side. They emptied every basin that was offered and still wanted more. The woman of the house at length brought an enormous bowl of milk, and set it down on the table, saying "One would think gentlemen, you had never been weaned."-Miss Martineau's Society in America.

THE MAID's REMONSTRANCE.
Never wedding, ever wooing,
Still a lovelorn heart pursuing,
Read you not the wrongs you're doing
In my cheek's pale hue?
All my life with sorrow strewing,
Wed, or cease to woo.
Rivals banished, bosoms plighted,
Still our days are disunited;
Now the lamp of hope is lighted,
Now half-quench'd appears.
Damp'd, and wavering, and benighted,
Midst my sighs and tears.
Charms you call your dearest blessing,
Lips that thrill at your caressing,
Eyes a mutual soul confessing

Soon you'll make them grow
Dim, and worthless your possessing,
Not with age, but woe!

CAMPBELL.

TO CORRESPONDENTS.

We thank R. C. W. for his lines on Woman, and
will give it insertion in our next.

A. C. has mistaken our advertisement, it is not u
Newspaper.

The gross ignorance which CORNELIUS displays is
really astonishing.

The lines addressed to the Queen, though evincing the amiable feelings of the writer, are not we think adapted for publication.

THE STAR.

No. II. will be published on Saturday, August 26, and contain a most Splendid Print, to be entitled, "Taking the Benefit of the Act."

The drawing, which is original, has been purchased by the Proprietor of this Work, at a considerable cost and executed in lithograph by one of the first artists in Europe, whose name we are compelled to withold on account of unforseen circumstances.

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