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King James. This Mr. Pickering had a horse of special note for swiftness, on which he used to hunt with the king. A little before the blow was to be given, Mr. Keies, one of the conspirators, and brother-in-law to Mr. Pickering, borrowed this horse of him, and conveyed him to London upon a bloody design, which was thus contrived. Fawkes, upon the day of the fatal blow, was appointed to retire into St. George's Fields, where this horse was to attend him, to further his escape (as they made him believe) as soon as the parliament should be blown up. It was likewise contrived that Mr. Pickering, who was noted for a puritan, should that morning be murdered in his bed, and secretly conveyed away; and also that Fawkes, as soon as he came into St. George's Fields, should be there murdered, and so mangled, that he could not be known: upon which it was to be spread abroad, that the puritans had blown up the parliament house; and the better to make the world believe it, there was Mr. Pickering, with his choice horse, ready to escape; but that stirred up some, who seeing the heinousness of the fact, and him ready to escape, in detestation of so horrible a deed, fell upon him and hewed him to pieces; and to make it more clear, there was his horse, known to be of special speed and swiftness, ready to carry him away; and upon this rumour, a massacre should have gone through the whole land upon the puritans.”
When the contrivance of this plot was thus discoj vered by some of the conspirators, and Fawkes, who
was now a prisoner in the Tower, made acquainted with : it, whereas before, he was made to believe by his com• panions, that he should be bountifully rewarded for that his good service to the catholic cause, now per: ceiving, that on the contrary, his death had been contrived by them, he thereupon freely confessed all that he knew concerning that horrid conspiracy, which, before, all the torments of the rack could not force him to do.
The truth of this was attested by Mr. William Perkins, who had it from Mr. Clement Cotton, to whom Mr. Pickering gave the above relation.
Guy Fawkes was executed with Thomas Winter, Ambrose Rookwood, and Robert Keies, within the Old Palace Yard, Westminster, not far from the parliament house, January 31, 1606.
INDEPENDENCE IS A DREAM.
“No one lives for himself."
AN INDEPENDENT man. is a glorious object in theory, but in practice an impossibility. Independence is a state as contrary to the laws of nature as the laws of nations. With regard to the former, look through the whole creation, and you will see how beautifully it is contrived; that every thing alive, or inanimate, shall be linked together in a chain of progressive dependencies. The flower cannot blossom without the assiste ance of the sun: the heat of the sun is tempered by the shower. The moisture of April prepares the earth
for the fragrance of May: the glow of June ripens the , fruits of summer, and produces the variegated beaua
ties of the vegetable world!
PE Take a short view of the animal system. Man avo, teaches the horse to be obedient; the horse, in return, banden devotes his service to the use of man. The milk of
the cow would be painful, were it not relieved by the CF exertion of human industry, and human industry is reaut warded by the produce. The faithful dog loves the
master by whom he is fed, the man is indebted to the E brute for keeping the wolf from the flock; a new debt 108,of gratitude here begins; and thus you may stretch the
line from the ant, or the mole-hill, to the bulky elemas Westphant. 1. Every thing exists by favour, obligation, and the un Da dependency which some affect to treat with scorn.
Man, of all others, has the reason most potent for admiration of this benevolent system. The most helpless tribe of animals, he is dependent from his birth. Born almost without instinct, he comes into the world a crying, feeble creature. Indebted to his mother and his nurse for years that his brains are not dashed out; unable to procure sustenance for an hour, he owes all
his boasted faculties to the industry of others. He gleans els one idea in this place, a second in another, and all the
knowledge of which he is so ridiculously proud, is but one vast loan, for which he has been a dependent on the invention and the ingenuity of other men. He artives at boyhood: were he then left a free and independent agent, in the name of Heaven, what would become of him? He might run about like a wild cat, or a monkey, and the glory of the creation be degraded to
the state of a brute. Nature has ordained dependence ed bekliy as the origin, the final cause of emancipation and
We now take man in his last and most important state: he has reached the age of one-and-twentywhat is he theo? Without the experience of men double his age, he would be a cork floating on the surface of a troubled ocean; a mere feather, subject to every gust of passion, every puff of caprice! Depend. ency still preserves him: he depends on a father for instruction, on a friend for advice, on a wife for love, on a child for duty, on the world for every thing! A man abstracted from all these ties is a savage; he is a monster divided from his species, a link hewn off from the long general chain! A social savage is a farce, a jest, a grimace! No man ever was, can, or will be a really independe-it man. The rich must depend upon the poor for labour, the poor on the rich for support; thus the grand machine moves on in sublime simplicity, jarring atoms are composed, and every thing finds its proper level. It is this teaches the parent to watch its little offspring; it is this instructs the pious youth to remunerate parents' kindness, when second childhood makes the father again depend for life on the being to whom he has given it.
THE CAMBRIDGE SCHOLAR, OR THE GHOST OF A
SCRAG OF MUTTON.
In the days that are past, by the banks of a stream
Whose waters but softly were flowing, With ivy o'ergrown, an old mansion-house stood, That was built on the skirt of a chilling damp wood,
Where the yew-tree and cypress were growing.
The villagers, shook as they pass'd by the doors,
When they rested at eve from their labours;
Of the tale that was told by the neighbours.
They said, that the house on the skirts of the wood
By a saucer-ey'd Ghost was infested, Which fill'd-ev'ry heart with confusion and fright, By assuming strange shapes in the dead o'the night,
Shapes monstrous, and foul, and detested.
And truly they said and the Master well knew
That the ghost was the greatest of evils: For no sooner the bell of the mansion tolld one, | Than the frolicksome imp in a fury began
To caper like ten thousand devils.
He appear'd in all forms the most strange and uncouth
Sure neyer was goblin so daring!
Till his impudence grew beyond bearing.
Just at this nick o'time, as the Master's sad heart
With anguish and sorrow was swelling, He heard that a Scholar, with science replete, Full of mystical lore as an egg is with meat,
Had taken at CAMBRIDGE a dwelling.