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they are applied in their native country. The name of the male dog is Almoliac, that of the female Eljuliac. They appear a good deal affected by the closeness of the London atmosphere. The female will shortly have pups.

I. FELL.

WE have heard of the fall of Lucifer, and the fall of Cromwell, and the fall of Wolsey, but one of the pleasantest tumbles upon record was that of a Mr. John Fell, who, when he removed from one part of the metropolis to another, wrote over his door-I Fell from Holborn Hill.

LINES

Engraved upon a Monument, erected at Muncton Combe, near Bath, to the Memory of Mrs. Shute, of Sydenham, and her Daughters, who were unfortunately drowned at Chepstow, on Sunday, September the 20th, 1812. They are from the pen of their friend and neighbour, Mr. Campbell, Author of the "Pleasures of Hope,"—"Gertrude of Wyoming," &c.

IN deep submission to the will above,

Yet with no common cause for human tears,
This stone, for the lost Partner of his love,
And for his Children lost, a Mourner rears.
One fatal moment-one o'erwhelming doom
Tore threefold from his heart the ties of earth,
His MARY, MARG'RET, in their early bloom,

And her who gave them life, and taught them worth. Farewell! ye broken pillars of my fate,

My life's companion, and my two first-born;
Yet while this silent stone I consecrate
To conjugal, paternal love, forlorn-

Oh! may each passer-by the lesson learn,

Which can alone the bleeding heart sustain, (When Friendship weeps at Virtue's funeral urn) That to the pure in heart-" to die is gain.”

* It is remarkable that they had all attended the Church on the day, and heard a sermon from Phil. c. I. v. 21.

SUIT THE WORD TO THE ACTION.

It is related of Dr. Young, that having placed a sundial in his garden with this motto on it from Horace"Eheu fugaces!" the next morning it was gone. A circumstance of a similar nature happened some time ago to Mr. R. of Ashford. He had set some steel traps and spring guns in his grounds, and stuck up the customary notice on a board against the wall. Till then the thieves had never molested him, but this temptation was too great, for some marauders speedily carried away the whole train, leaving this distich on the board::

"Stare not, nor let your silly heart with rage be swoln, For spring guns will go off, and steel traps should be stol'n !”

THE WINTER IN PARIS, 1823.

PARIS, Jan. 17.-The weather at Paris continues to be extremely cold. On the 14th the mercury experienced at Paris a greater depression than at any period within the memory of the oldest person now living in France. It fell 3-4ths of a degree below the minimum marked on the thermometers as the point to which it descended in the memorable frost in 1741-114 degrees (of Reaumur) under Zero! Unaccustomed as the English are to such an extreme of cold, those of your countrymen now resident in Paris bear it much better than their Gallic neighbours-so much so, that you would be inclined to say they had exchanged characters. On the basin de la Villette, near the barrier St. Martin, where there was much skating, the English were left undisputed masters of the field. Many of the latter went through a number of beautiful evolutions upon the ice, in a style which proved pretty clearly to me that the performers had graduated on the Serpentine. One party executed with admirable precision several quadrilles, without making a single faux pas in the intricate chain Anglais-others engraved their own initials, or G. R. upon the frozen tablet, while the more aspiring and dexterous essayed and succeeded in the spread eagle. Deterred equally by the cold and the rivalry of John Bull, not a single Patineur Francais

appeared upon the Basin or the Canal d'Ourcq. In Paris the English were not idle. The Marquis of Worcester, in a superb sledge, headed a line of at least a dozen similar machines; several French were amongst his followers, one of whom (the Duc de Guiche) you will recollect to have seen in London. Flying past the Thuilleries, up the Rue Rivoli, across the Place Louis Quinze, ascending the Champs Elysées, back again, up the Rue de la Paix, and along the Boulevards, this cortége had a picturesque and fine effect. From the centre of each car rose a species of mast, which was surmounted by a gaudy and nodding plume of feathers; the trappings of the horses by which they were drawn, studded with innumerable glittering bells, while (the pun is irresistible) the Belles inside each vehicle vied with each other in the profusion and costliness of the furs in which they were enveloped. This scene has been daily repeated since, and, as there is no prospect of a thaw, bids fair to enliven the north of Paris for some time to come.

MR. FOOTE.

FOOTE being once annoyed by a poor fiddler, "straining harsh discord" under his window, sent him a shilling with a request that he would play elsewhere, as one scraper at the door was sufficient.

WEEPING AT A PLAY.

It is a prevailing folly to be ashamed to shed a tear at any part of a tragedy, however affecting. "The reason," says the Spectator, "is, that persons think it makes them look ridiculous, by betraying the weakness of their nature." But why may not nature shew itself in tragedy, as well as in comedy or farce? We see persons not ashamed to laugh loudly at the humour of a Falstaff, or the tricks of a Harlequin; and why should not the tear be equally allowed to flow for the misfortunes of a Juliet, or the forlornness of an Ophelia? Sir Richard Steele records on this subject a saying of Mr. Wilks, the actor, as just as it was polite. Being told in the

green-room that there was a General in the boxes weeping for Juliana, he observed with a smile, "And I warrant you, Sir, he'll fight ne'er the worse for that."

SIGNOR

ANECDOTE.

an English singer, who had been making the tour of Italy to improve his musical tactics, was at Reggio, in Italy, and anxious to proceed to Vienna by the shortest route, where he was engaged to sing before the Emperor. He embarked without passports in an open boat, bound to Ancona, a capital town on the Adriatic Gulf, but was seized near Cape Otranto by a Venetian galley, and thrown into prison, where he managed to have a letter delivered into Lord Byron's hands, who very soon had him released. He sang at the nobility's concerts, and became a general favourite. He was also a navigable gentleman, very partial to swimming, and gave a singular proof of his expertness in that exercise. At a moon-light meeting on the shore, he sang to amuse many of the chief nobility without receiving any recompense; and was wearied out with encores, when the Duke de Montcassio insisted upon his repeating a song; he remonstrated in vain, and they pressed upon him till he stood on the last of the Virgin's steps leading to the water. They thought he was now safe; but, to their utter astonishment, he made a low bow, and taking to the water like a spaniel, swam across to the square, amidst thunders of applause. Except upon the stage, the Signor was never after troubled with an encore.

BREWING.

THE art of brewing is very easy to be understood, for it is exactly similar to the process of making tea. Put a handful of malt into a tea-pot; then fill it with water, the first time rather under boiling heat. After it has stood some time, pour off the liquor, just as you would tea, and fill up the pot again with boiling water; in a similar manner pour that off, and so go on filling up and pouring off till the malt in the pot is tasteless, which

will be the case when all the virtue is extracted. The liquor, or malt tea, thus extracted, must then be boiled with a few hops in it, and when it becomes cool enough, that is, about blood heat, add a little yeast to ferment it, and the thing is done. This is the whole art and process of brewing, and to brew a large quantity requires just the same mode of proceeding as it would to make a tea breakfast for a regiment of soldiers. A peck of malt and four ounces of hops will produce ten quarts of ale, better than any that can be purchased in London, and for which purpose a tea-kettle and two pan mugs are sufficient apparatus. A bushel of malt to 1 lb. of hops is the most general proportion; and eighteen gallons of good light ale, or table ale, may be produced from 1 bushel of malt and 1 lb. of hops, which will not cost above 7s. that is, 6d. a gallon, or 1 d. a quart.-Brewing utensils, consisting of a mashing tub and oar, a sieve, two coolers, and wicker hose, a spigot and faucet, together with a couple of 9 gallon barrels, new from the cooper's, cost me but 36s., and with these utensils I have frequently brewed, at one time, four bushels of malt. The plan I have adopted is, from one bushel of malt to extract 9 gallons of liquor for ale, and afterwards nine gallons more for table beer, both of which will be excellent.-Birmingham Chronicle.

MR. BECKFORD.

(Extract of a Private Letter, Bath, Oct. 6.) MR. BECKFORD's new projects in the neighbourhood of Bath, although not of the same magnitude with those at and about Fonthill Abbey, partake of the same extraordinary character. He has purchased an enormous hill, known by the name of "Lansdowne Hill," just without that city, completely overlooking it, and having some most extensive views in every direction. There is no material obstruction at any point, except at a considerable distance; places and portions of the country all around, to the extent of 25 or even 30 miles, may be seen from the summit of this hill, on a clear day, with the naked eye. As a point whence fine prospects and extensive views may be obtained, there is perhaps

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