posure, and thus addressed him-" You know, my uncle, I have to deplore the murder of my brother, of a sister, of a sister-in-law, and of a nephew." His Royal Highness the Prince de Conde, judging what this preface led to, interrupting him, exclaimed-" My grandson is no more-I have no more posterity." So saying, he fell into the arms of the Chevalier de Conti, who attended Monsieur. Half an hour passed before he recovered, when he burst into a flood of tears. Upon his recovery, he apologised to Monsieur for his weakness, assuring him they were the first tears he had shed since the murder of Louis XVI. The Prince being extremely ill, was put to bed, and Monsieur passed the night at Wanstead House, in hopes of seeing the Duke of Bourbon, who remained shut up in his apartment until ten o'clock on the following morning. He then consented to see Monsieur, but when they met, neither could utter a word. Monsieur parted from him, went into his carriage, and the Duke retired to his chamber, where he remained for some time inconsolable. The Duke and Prince are attended by a physician and a surgeon, who do not permit them to see each other. Monsieur was rather better on Thursday, and received the visits of the Duke of Orleans, of the Duke de Montpensier, and of the Count de Beaujolois. The French Princes, and those Royal Emigrants who have the means of doing so, have gone into mourning for the Duke of Enghein; this last royal victim of the atrocious monster, whom Providence has so long suffered to chastise the world. Funeral service has been celebrated in commemoration of the Royal martyrdom of his Highness. Monsieur has received a letter from his Majesty the king of France, dated Warsaw, March the 21st. His Majesty had then heard of the attempt of the Corsican Usurper, through the medium of his emissary at Berlin, but nothing more. In that letter his Majesty says, "I have written a long letter to the Duke d'Enghein." Strange vicissitudes of human life!! what a short-stghted mortal is man!! Upon that very day the Duke d'Enghein was before the tribunal of blood, convened by the merciless Corsican in France, to murder one of its best and most virtuous princes. Yet the Corsican tyrant lives, and the good people of Paris go, as usual, to plays, to balls, and puppet-shews.

SINGULAR DISCOVERY.-A few days ago, as some workmen were em→ ployed in opening a vault underneath the kitchen, in Joiner's Hall, ThamesStreet, supposed to have been shut up for near a century, they discovered a subterraneous avenue, filled with mouldy casks, of large dimensions, which, on investigation, proved to be fifty-two pipes of Port wine, stowed away with the greatest possible care and attention. They have not yet been removed, some doubts arising as to the right owner. The company some time since let the hall to a packer and presser, who is now in possession of the premises, and came themselves in possession of the premises by the will of an old lady, who demised it to the Joiners, on condition that they performed mass twice a year in it to her memory. It is, however, clear the wine never belonged to the company, as the courts of assistants of all the city companies know better than to bury good wine under ground for a hundred years; and if it belonged to the old lady, as in all probability it did, she having prepared it as a wet to the religious ceremony enjoined, it comes to the company by will, unless his Majesty's excise should seize it, as contraband, for not having paid the duties.

LADY'S ROCK, SCOTLAND.-At the south end of the Island of Lismore is a small rocky isle, over which the sea rolls at high tides; at other times it raises its rough head somewhat above the surface of the water. It is called the Lady's Rock for the following reason:-in former times, one of the M'Leans, of Duart, whose castle (now in ruins) stands on a promontory, in Mul, in nearly an opposite direction to the Lady's Rock, married a sister of Argyle. The Lady was handsome and amiable, but unhappily she was barren. In those days it was a high crime in the eye of a husband, when his wife bore him no children. Duart hated his hapless lady for this cause, and determined on her destruction. To accomplish it with ease, and, as he imagined, safe from detection, he ordered ruffians to convey her secretly to the bare rock, near Lismore, and there leave her to perish at high tide. The deed was executed to Duart's wish, and the lady left on the rock, watching the rolling tide rising to overwhelm her. When she had given herself up for a lost being, and expected in a very short time to be washed from the rock by the waves, she fortunately perceived a vessel sailing down the Sound of Mull, in the direction of the rock on which she was sitting. Every effort in her power was exerted, and every signal in her possession was displayed, to attract the notice of the people in the vessel. At length they perceived her, and drew near the rock. She made herself known, and related, that it was by the order of her barbarous husband she was left on the rock, and thus reduced to the wretched state in which they found her. The mariners, ever a generous race, took compassion on her, received her on board their vessel, and conveyed her safely to her brother, at Inverary. M'Lean Duart made a grand mock-funeral, for his much-loved, much-lamented lady, whom he announced to have died suddenly. He wrote disconsolate letters to her relations, particularly to Argyle, and, after a decent time, went to Inverary in deep mourning, where, with the greatest shew of grief, he lamented to his brother-in-law the irreparable loss he had sustained. Argyle said little, but sent for his sister, whose unexpected appearance in life and health proved an electric shock to her tender husband. Argyle was a mild and amiable man, and took no other revenge of M'Lean, but commanding him to depart instantly, at the same time advising him to take care not to meet his brother Donald, who would certainly take away his life, for having intended to destroy that of his sister. Sir Donald Campbell did meet him, many years afterwards, in a street at Edinburgh, and there stabbed him for his crime towards his sister, when M'Lean was eighty years of age.

Sixteen new pieces were represented, on sixteen different theatres, at Paris, on the 16th of February.

The late Duke of Roxburgh was, when a young man, as remarkable for his personal figure as his mental accomplishments. When on his travels, a princess, allied to the House of Brunswick, became enamoured with him, and their union was agreed upon: but, conformably to court etiquette, it became necessary that his grace should solicit the royal approbation: this, however, was not only refused, but a request was made to desist from his pretensions: being complied with, on the part of the duke, he was told, that he might expect any favour, in compensation, that a subject might,receive. In consequence, his Grace, who was at that time a Knight of the Thistle, received, in addition, the Order of the Garter; two honourable badges of distinction, which no other Peer, except of the blood royal, had ever enjoyed; and to these were superadded, the Groomship of

the Stole, worth 50001. per annum. The remarkable disappointment in his first attachment, induced his Grace to remain single during the remainder of his life.

ARREST OF GENERAL PICHEGRU.-The following particulars respecting this event are given as authentic in a German paper :---The broker, Le Blanc, was the person who betrayed Pichegru, who occupied in his house a small room in the fifth floor, for which he paid fifteen thousand livres in the month. Le Blanc went to General Murat, the governor of Paris, and offered to inform him of Pichegru's place of concealment, and to deliver him up for one hundred thousand livres, (four thousand pounds sterling.) The sum was promised him. The manner of arresting him was then settled. Le Blanc introduced the gens d'armes into his house at night, when Pichegru was asleep, and gave a key to his room. As they were informed that Pichegru had with him two pistols and a dagger, they opened the door with as little noise as possible, and rushed on his bed. Though surprised and alarmed, Pichegru conducted himself with the greatest vigour, and in a manner that even his enemies were forced to esteem his courage, and pity his misfortunes. He jumed out of his bed, naked, and without arms; knocked down four gens d'armes, and they were unable to hold him, although six in number. He almost choaked two, in pushing them against the chimney; a third he struck so forcibly upon the breast, that he yet spits blood; and the fourth he pinched in the arm, with such strength, that the gens d'arme cried out, "If you do not let me loose, I will shoot you through the head." With the loss of a part of the flesh, he got loose, and Pichegru exclaimed, "Fire, rascal, and you will receive a sword of honour." At last he was obliged, from fatigue, to capitulate, and surrender himself, upon condition of not being tied or chained. He was, however, wounded in the head, and on the shoulders, and had lost a great deal of blood. In dressing himself, he declared, that if he had not been deprived of his arms, he should not have fallen into their hands. He was afterwards carried before the Counsellor of State and Police Director, Real, and underwent a long examination. Bonaparte had ordered the gens d'armes to take him alive, and they were all picked men. Upon Real asking him who he was, Pichegru answered, "I am known enough." "Where do you come from?" "From England." "In what manner ?" "In a ship---not in a balloon." "Where did you land?" "At Dieppe." "Who brought you here?" "Nobody: I came here by myself." "Were you not accompanied by your accomplices?" "I am no criminal, and therefore have no accomplices." "Do you know Moreau?" "Yes." "Have you seen him?" "After what has happened between us, I could only see him with arms in my hands." "Have you seen Georges?" "Yes, the royalist; but not the supposed assassin Georges." "But Georges has more than once plotted the death of the First Consul." "So says Bonaparte; Georges says the contrary. I believe the latter more humane and honest than the former, and his words are, therefore, more to be depended upon." "With what view did you come to Paris?" "To call Moreau to account for his conduct in 1797." After these, and some other ques tions, he was sent to the Temple.

PICHEGRU'S HISTORY.-General Pichegru's history is well known. He was, like many French subalterns before the revolution, a man of a good education and exemplary conduct. After the flight of Dumourier, he rose rapidly to a high command, at the time when Robespierre sent many of the best generals in France to the guillotine. He was commander in chief of the army of the

north, when the Duke of York, the Prince of Cobourg, and the Hereditary Prince of Orange, were forced to evacuate the Netherlands. Moreau was then second in command, and Holland was subdued. The singular humanity of Pichegru to the French Emigrants, and the adherents of the Stadtholder of Holland, gained him universal esteem; but he was thought, by the rulers of France, a man of too great moderation to head armies whose object was plunder; and, therefore, after commanding for a short period on the banks of the Rhine, be retired, and was replaced by Moreau, when he returned to a private station : though he had had better opportunities than any other French General of amassing riches, he was in such indigence as to have recourse to the hospitality of his family; and the conqueror of Holland, the first commercial country on the continent, the man who had in his possession the bank of Amsterdam, was found living retired in a small farm house in Alsace, when he was called by the public voice to become a member of the Directory. When Carnot and Barthelemy sunk under the power of their colleagues, Pichegru was arrested, and, together with Barthelemy, was transported to Cayenne, from whence, after great sufferings and peril, he escaped to this country, and afterwards went to Germany, but again returned here; and it was not without great surprise we learnt that he was arrested at Paris.

The official report states him to have strangled himself. The young Prince Lewis XVII. was in like manner stated to have poisoned himself---Toussaint L'Ouverture to have killed himself by a cold and fever. It is too much to expect credit for such repeated tales of self-destruction, or the immediate interference of providence; and there are few, we believe, either in this country, or on the continent, who will not refer the whole to the guilty hand of the French government itself, which, under all its changes, has, in this respect, still preserved the same diabolical spirit.

Lord Camelford has minutely described the spot, in the Canton of Berne, where he is to be buried; it is between three trees; and has left one thousand pounds for the purchase of the ground. The report of his Lordship having bequeathed a large sum to his cousin, Sir Sidney Smith, we are sorry to find, is without foundation. Lord Camelford, for some time previous to his death, was busied in arrangements for the disposal of the whole of his property in this country. Persons, we believe, are now down in Cornwall and Dorset, surveying and valuing his estates there.

All the actors of the Theatre de la Republique were lately sent to the Abbey for forty-eight hours. Their crime was their intention to represent the tragedy of Brutus, by Voltaire. The First Consul regarded this intent as indicating their approbation of the late conspiracy. The report that the actor Dugazon has been transported, is unfounded. He was released with his comrades.

An account from the Isle of France states, that it was a Portuguese vessel that saved one of the unfortunate men who accompanied La Perouse in his voyage. The person was found upon an uninhabited island, and said that his name was Lagelet, the astronomer of the expedition. He said that of the squadron, the frigate L'Astrolabe had been stranded; that Le Boussole had taken fire from accident, but was prevented from being blown up, and that the wreck had earried M. La Perouse, and most of his officers and sailors, to New Zealand, where they remained near nine years, in hope that some ship would come and

carry them off. After having waited so long in vain, they determined, as has already been stated, to build a ship themselves, and after cutting down some timber, were surprised by the natives, and every Frenchman was murdered, except M. Lagelet, who escaped in a small boat to the deserted island where the Portuguese found him. He was so worn out, from want and misfortunes, that he died on the sixth day after he was taken on board.

On March 2, 1803, two women were burned with the dead body of their husband, near Sermpoor; some of the missionaries there were eye witnesses to this cruel ceremony, and assert that one of the women struggled hard to get out, but was prevented by the Brahmins who attended, and heaped up more faggots upon them. The children of the unhappy women appeared in great distress, and the eldest, a lad about eighteen, who, according to custom, set fire to the pile, was carried off on the shoulders of two young men, in a state of inexpres sible agony.

A Country Schoolmaster's Description of a Money Lender.-" A money lender serves you in the present tense-he binds you in the conditional moodkeeps you in the subjunctive-and ruins you in the future!"

Talma, the most celebrated of the French tragedians, has obtained leave to go to St. Petersburgh for a year. Madame Talma will accompany him. The Court of St. Petersburgh has presented him with 100,000 francs, to defray the expences of his journey.

SINGULAR GENEROSITY.An emigrant, having obtained interest to get his name erased from the fatal list, after his expences were paid, found himself in possession of but a moderate sum: he returned to France, and finding his land sold, he was obliged to re-ign it, and purchased a cottage in the neighbourhood of his former estate, where, by cultivating his own little garden, he might at least breathe his native air, and walk under the shade of those trees which had been the scene of infant pastimes. The possessor of his domain was not present at the time: one day he received a letter from him, announcing his arrival, and requesting the honour of his company to dinner with him. The first emotion this letter excited was indignation; the second curiosity; but how could he behold with sang froid the spoiler of his property? The emigrant communicated his embarrassment to one of his neighbours, who, assuring him of the probity of the possessor, persuaded him to go on the day appointed he went, and was received with the most marked politeness. He testified his astonishment, and expressed a wish for an explanation, but was answered with, "Sir, seat."

never speak on business before dinner; it is now served up, take your When the emigrant took up his napkin, he found under it three keys. "This is your place, Sir, I imagine," said he to the possessor, " from these keys." No, those keys are your's; after dinner I will explain this enigma to you." The dinner appeared long to the emigrant; after which, going into another room, the gentleman addressed him as follows: "Sir, these keys belong to your bureau; you will find every thing as you left it; money, jewels, and papers; nothing has been misplaced: this is the key of your wardrobe-your plate, your linen, is there: this third is that of your cellar-nothing has been taken out of it but the wine we have been drinking; all here belongs to you; there is also some land which I have acquired, of which these deeds will put you in possession."-" But, Sir," said the emigrant, "I ought to be as delicate as