Pier. Not leave me. Jaf. No, thou shalt not force me from thee. And raise me to thy arms, with dear forgiveness. Jaf. What? Pier. A traitor ? Pier. A villain? Jaf. Granted. Pier. A coward, a most scandalous coward; Spiritless, void of honour; one who has sold Thy everlasting fame for shameless life? Jaf. All, all and more, much more: my numberless. faults are Pier. And would'st thou have me live on terms like thine? Base, as thou art false Jaf. No: 'tis to me that's granted : The safety of thy life was all I aim'd at, Pier. I scorn it more, because preserv'd by thee; All I receiv'd, in surety for thy truth, Were unregarded oaths, and this, this dagger, Giv'n with a worthless pledge, thou since hast stol'n: So I restore it back to thee again; Swearing by all those powers which thou hast violated, Never, from this curs'd hour, to hold communion, Friendship, or interest, with thee, though our years Were to exceed those limited the world. Pier. For my life, dispose it Just as thou wilt, because 'tis what I'm tir'd with. Pier. No more. Jaf. My eyes wont lose sight of thee, But languish after thee, and ache with gazing. from me; And curses, great as is thy falsehood, catch thee. Jaf. Amen. He's gone, my father, friend, preserver! And here's the portion he has left me: (Holds the dagger up.) [Exit guarded. This dagger. Well remember'd! with this dagger, Have a care, mem'ry, drive that thought no farther: Treasure it up within this wretched bosom, THE WIG. CHARLES DIBDIN THE YOUNGER. [Charles Dibdin the younger was the second son of the celebrated naval song writer and dramatist; his elder brother was Thomas Dibdin, also celebrated as a dramatist and song-writer; and his mother was a Mrs. Davenet, a chorus singer at Covent Garden, for whom Dibdin deserted his lawful wife. Charles was born about the year 1772; he was some time lessee of Sadler's Wells Theatre, for which favourite place of amusement he wrote many pieces, besides contributing some farces and operettas to the patent theatres. He is also the author of "Mirth and Metre," London: Ventnor, Hood and Sharp, 1807; and "Comic Tales and Lyrical Fancies," Whittaker, 1825. He died about 1828.] THERE was a Judge at nisi prius, Who ne'er from common sense felt bias, For, some say, law (I know not whence) To Justice's entire content, This learned Judge each circuit went Judges (for state) alone should ride, It chanced my lady-not that she Hence in the chariot would be placed Till, almost smothered, he Cried, "Madam, such things might be put, Non coram judice." Said she, "Destruction they would find "No rule of court can practice show Should go thus cap-a-pied." One time, for leave though she applied, They rode along, with little chat; "What's this?" he cried, and, looking down, While nothing said his lady gay, The Judge, as he to church must go, Then Humphrey, like true serving-man, But fortune deals in sport: In full contempt of court. "A horse! a horse!" cried Richard Rex- When Humphrey cried (a comic prig)— "Not find my wig ?" the Judge, and stared; The Judge. "Proceed? I cannot budge; The Judge, nonsuited, said-but what And what he did's not certain; But Mace to budge deem'd this his cue, RIP VAN WINKLE. WASHINGTON IRVING. WHOEVER has made a voyage up the Hudson must remember the Kaatskill mountains. They are a dismembered branch of the great Appalachian family, and are seen away to the west of the river, swelling up to a noble height, and lording it over the surrounding country. Every change of season, every change of |