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CLARICE AND THE SLEEPY UNCLE.

of events, is not drowned; the Hungarian officer the action roused bim-and resolved to shake her friend's does not die; and the former returns to his lazy uncle slightly by the shoulder. Even this was not

enough. Sir Frederick was disturbed, but not restored house just as old Pemberton is making a to consciousness. He turned a little more towards her, speech in return for the honours of his health and, by the movement, imprisoned the fair fingers which and prosperity (in his relative's shoes) having had been so imperatively laid upon his arm. been proposed.

Clarice was quite provoked with him. She called In due time Miss Derwent marries Lewis loudly in his ear that the whole family were being

murdered, and wanted his assistance. This summons had Pemberton, the good Parson, and Clarice ac the desired effect. Sir Frederick started up, and, in so knowledges her love for her kind guardian, giv- doing, released her hand, opened his eyes with less diffiing, we trust, undeniable evidence thereof, by culty than she had anticipated, and looked at her.

He seemed to find some time necessary to make him becoming his wife; and so the work ends, just comprehend what was amiss. No wonder, when thus as the reader imagines it will end, which is suddenly awakened from such profound slumber. He highly satisfactory to his powers of perception. took her hand again, and praised her courage. It was a And ihe end thereof is the best part.

good thought of Reynolds's to send a lady to waken a

He scarcely knew what would have been It is impossible to resist one quotation from sleeping man.

the consequence if he had seen any thing wearing the masthis remarkable work, inasmuch as it is a culine form standing at his bedside ; but she was in no lively bit of domestic painting; not exactly danger from the pistols. still life, but something like it; and not pre- tell his story. She heard Sir Frederick speak to him

Clarice now drew back, and called in the old man to cisely a Dutch, but an English interior. In kindly. He did not seem angry with him for his timidity

. fact, it may be justly described as the art of Her errand thus satisfactorily performed, she went back waking a gentleman when the house is dis- to her apartment. A very short time passed before Sir turbed by robbers. At present we will term it Frederick issued from his chamber, and she saw him,

with several of the servants, but as noiselessly as possible,

take his way through the shrubberies, in tho direction of Clarice did not hesitate. She regretted that she had the keeper's lodge. not thought of it sooner. In Laura's place since her friend was unequal to encountering any alarm-she re

Before a writer sits down seriously to go solved to waken this determined sleeper; and, without through the very laborious work of penning feeling any apprehension, she mounted the stairs again,

some hundreds of pages of MS. it would be as with Reynolds following at a short distance, and knocked, as a preliminary measure, at Sir Frederick's door. He well to consider whether there is any espedid not speak, and there was no time to lose. She was

cial feature to be introduced into the narrative obliged to go in.

which will spoil the whole tale, be it written As Clarice stepped over the threshold she felt extremely

never so well, and the plot constructed never timid. She hoped Sir Frederick Derwent would not be displeased at the liberty she was taking, and was half in

so cleverly. In the work before us this fault clined to draw back ; but the butler looked at her im- stands forth in most disagreeable relief. How ploringly, and she did not like to expose the old man's is it possible for the reader to feel ordinary grey hairs to a danger which he evidently feared to pro interest in the loves of a middle-aged commonvoke. Sir Frederick Derwent was very sound asleep, after the fatigues of the day. She called to him twice,

place gentleman and of a young girl, especially but he did not hear or answer.

when the portrait of the former is presented to The room was a large and commodious one, as it be us in such an outline as the followinghoved to be, seeing that it belonged to the master of the mansion. A thick carpet would have muffled the sound of heavier footsteps than those of Clarice, as she lightly crossed the floor. The curtains were drawn in front of

Sir Frederick Derwent was a fine-looking, middle-aged the windows, excluding the glare of the lightning; and

man, with hair inclining to grey, and a countenance the rain did not come flooding against them. A lamp

which had not a single line about it that told of selfwas burning on a table, near the centre of the apartment.

denial. Its expression was frank and jovial : his manner Clarice made another attempt to rouse him, as she

careless and free. He was a person of whom it might stood at the foot of the bed ; but Il Burbero Benefico

with perfect truth be said, that no one knew better how neither stirred nor spoke. He looked the very image of

to behave like a gentleman. Perhaps this mode of excomfortable repose; so sound asleep that his countenance

pression implies that there are occasions when the indiseemed more youthful than when he was awake, its ex

vidual on whom this equivocal praise is bestowed does pression was so serenely placid. One arm lay on the

not take the trouble to keep up the character. coverlid, and the dreaded pistols, if he extended it in the exceptionable. He kissed both his niece and her com

Ou the present emergency his behaviour was quite unvery slightest degree, were immediately within his op a table by the side of the very comfortable-looking, panion the

moment he perceived that Clarice was pretty antique, and curiously-carved four-post bedstead.

enough to merit the honour; and most emphatically welSeeing that her voice did not reach his slumbering comed them to his house. A re-action of feeling, which faculties, Clarice went to the side of the couch, ană did him great service in the eyes of his niece, caine over touched his hand, not without some trepidation as to the

him as he looked at her deep mourning and fast-flowing consequences. It did not clasp the murderous weapons hastily poured out a glass of sherry from a decanter on

tears. He could not at all recover himself until he had near him; but the fingers closed upon her own. Sir Frederick Derwent did not awaken from his lethargy. the table in the hall.

For a moment she was at a loss how to proceed; but There really ought to be an Act for the supanother shot in the park startled her into more energetic pression of puerility of this kind, and the offence measures. The man, in some way or other, must be awakened. It was impossible to stand on ceremony.

of publishing it should be made punishable She withdrew her hand-not, of course, caring whether before some grave literary Prætor.

THE HERO OF THE NOVEL.

Cyrilla, a Tale. By the BARONESS TAUTPHOEUS, Author of “The Initials." In 3 Vols.

London : Richard Bentley. 1853. A CRUISE in the Dead Sea, or a journey through F. is a fantastic pseudo-literary lady, as also the country of the Tuaricks, would, we ima- the signature of certain fashionable personages, gine, to compare great evils with small ones, who are supposed, in their conversation, to reflect produce sensations analogous to those induced German sentiment, and in their actions, as here by wading through these three volumes of detailed, to give us an idea of German manners. closely-printed mediocrity. Not even a little Last, but not least of this octave of personoasis, where the spring of original thought ages, out of which the author has evoked such might be supposed to bubble up, could we find utter discord, comes G., the generous young in the dreary waste; and, if occasionally (re- gentleman, the good cousin to wit, who dies so membering what really good materials composed ignobly in the duel, and who is the best and a former work by the same pen) we expected only redeeming character in the tale. a little rising ground of amusement, or a scene Å certain literality of description and diaof fresher view and greener pasture, the one logue pervades the whole of this very disagreedisappears as the horizon recedes before the able work, which would not only be a merit, traveller, and the other proves to be the mirage but a very useful quality in describing some of the desert. Emphatically, this book is flat, species of the human family wholly unknown stale, and unprofitable. Its crude convention- even to the Professor Owens of the day, but alities are only varied by vulgarity, and its want which becomes lamentably tedious when deof interest by a repulsive plot. The latter, such scribing our good cousins and relatives, who as it is, may be thus alphabetically described :- dwell in a well-known quarter of Europe, and

A. is an aunt, who wishes to dispose of her whose social manners and habits very nearly niece in marriage to her nephew.

approach our own. B., the niece, is a beauty who, falling in love In the hands of a true literary artist, the plot with a Count, clandestinly marries him, al- of Cyrilla, notwithstanding its forbidding fcathough the said Count has a wife already living. tures, might be made a subject of strong draWhen B. discovers this disagreeable fact (al- matic interest ; but power and refinement must beit a delicate and virtuous young lady), she become the motive and moving forces in the keeps the secret inviolate. It must be premised, achievement. As it is, we seldom remember however, that the sterile shores of Platonism to have met with a work in which, while a are judiciously kept in view. The beauty, certain propriety is preserved, good taste and however, soon tires of this state of things, and delicacy are so unblushingly violated-a matter she and her cousin become mutually enamoured to be the more regretted, because the authoress of each other. Had this little episode occurred has done better things, and is evidently a lady earlier, all parties would have been satisfied- of undeniable talent. As a specimen of taste, the aunt, the nephew, the niece, and more let us take the following scene, where wife especially the reader; for, in that case,“Cyrilla” number one erroneously imagines she overhears would never have been born into the world of a confession of love uttered by wife number circulating libraries. B., being now united to two to their mutual husband:a gentleman, as one of two wives, desires naturally enough to break the chains which enthral her; but her husband refuses all ap- with a vehemence she did not dare to resist, vainly hoping

“No, dearest love," he cried, drawing her towards him peals, urged, as they are, by the most earnest that at last he was about to relent; “No! Let us fly solicitations and tears. Just at this juncture, from these intolerable endless trials, let us leave for ever however, the Count's original spouse dies in this country, where nought but frustrated plans and an epileptic fit, in the presence of her rival, in disappointed hopes have been our portion. In America,

that land of promise to all our suffering countrymen, whose fair shoulders she buries her nails (!), - a home already awaits us. I have delayed this explanathe last mark of her regard. Poor B., the tion until all, even the most minute, arrangements have beauty, is thus compelled to become irrevocably been completed— It was but yesterday that I sent the the better half of a very bad whole.

last remittance to Cincinnati, forwarded a large sum of

money to London, and received the passport I required C., the Count, a double-faced and double

from Berlin. Delay will now be dangerous in every way, dyed villain, after refusing to liberate his for, should my intention to leave Germany be spoken of victim, urges his rival, the favoured cousin, should any thing about this passport transpire, I shall be to fight, and so manages to dispose of him compelled to excuse conduct so apparently criminal, by a

full confession of our clandestine marriage at Spa." secundem artem.

Cyrilla released herself from him with the energy of deD., a dowager aunt, is a stiff, proud, middle- spair, but all her attempts at articulation were ineffectual. aged lady, most unpleasant in every way to the

“Don't look so horrified; have I not a right to ask you moral nostril of relatives, friends, and domestics.

to follow me to America, Africa, anywhere in the world ?"

She did not answer, but grasped the nearest chair, and E., is Edouard, the christian name of the

seemed to breathe with difliculty, while an increased palemost unchristian hero.

ness overspread her features.

THE TWO SPOUSES.

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Zorndorff became uneasy. " Cyrilla-my love-for heard this night, what else can I do? Your house is no Heaven's sake speak to me.'

longer mine; but God is merciful, and will provide me a But she only gazed at her tormentor with quivering lips. place where I may hide my wretchedness from the eyes

" You are alarmed--shocked—” he continued, “and of the world.". must have time to consider this proposal. Remember I She was evidently in a state of desperate excitement as do not ask you to commit a crime, I only entreat you to she pronounced these words, and perceptibly staggered fulfil a duty. See, at your feet I entreat-implore you while endeavouring to reach one of the glass doors that to consent-implore when I might-command.”

opened into the garden. Although strongly impressed with the idea that she “ Margaret, where are you going? Listen to me. still clung to him with undiminished affection, the ex Let me explain—" cried Zorndorff, while he placed himpression of her face, as she struggled to release her hand self before her, endeavouring to prerent her from falling; from his, had something so very like abhorrence, that he but, as he touched her, she sprang from him, with a long started up, and some violent explosion of passion might loud piercing scream, and throwing her arms round have ensued, had she not murmured the word " Margaret" Cyrilla, clung to her convulsively. Melanie, alarmed by as she turned to leave him.

the unexpected shriek, made violent and ineffectual efforts " Bestow your compassion on me rather than on her," to enter the room. Zorndorff strode towards Cyrilla, and he said bitterly; "she aided and abetted in the most in- casting a look of horror on his wife, tried to remore her. famous imposition that ever was practised on man! Stay, She writhed as if in agony, breathed quickly, gasped, Cyrilla, and hear all my misery?"

moaned, sobbed, and when at length her head was raised, “ No—my own portion is enough for me,” she an the paleness of death was on her features, as they worked swered, sighing deeply; "our conference is at an end, in hideous convulsions. The rolling of the sightless eyes, and I shall never demand another."

the audible grinding of the teeth, the white foam that " Then you must hear me now,” cried Zorndorff vehe- gathered round the parted lips, shocked Cyrilla beyond mently. " Margaret has imposed on me-deceived me

She had never seen any one in a similar talked of her nerves--pretended somnambulism-all to state ; and though compassion at first induced her to prevent my discovering, or even suspecting, the real repel Zorndorff's attempts to relieve her, and she tried as nature of her disease, until it was too late. Her phy- well as she could to support the suffering woman, who sician, too, was in the plot, and never even hinted that seemed to have sought her protection ; yet, on perceiving fits of the most frightful description have been hereditary that total unconsciousness had commenced, she endeain her family for many generations !"

voured to assist him. One hand had closed on her arm "Fits!"

with a grasp of iron, and he gently, yet firmly, drew up Epilepsy, and to a degree that admits of no hope; and one by one the convulsed fingers, letting the hand close she may live, Cyrilla, live, like most of her family, long of itself in a manner probably well known to him ; but enough become an and to make me a maniac !" the long emaciated fingers of the other, on being less

No, no, no, no-never-never!” screamed a voice carefully, though with great difficulty, extricated from from the conservatory, and, with a harsh horrid cry of Cyrilla's hair, fell on the shoulder nearest them, and in anguish, Margaret rushed into the room. The ghastli- a moment the nails were buried in the flesh; every effort ness of her appearance was greatly increased by her ball

to remove them causing long scratches, from which the dress with its artificial flowers, and she seemed to feel blood flowed. Cyrilla recoiled, and though no sound this herself, for she tore the lilies from her hair with escaped her lips, she unintentionally betrayed some imfrantic gesticulations, flung them on the ground, and patience and pain, as, in self-defence, she pulled the stamped her foot upon them.

offending hand. Zorndorff became exasperated-furious. Cyrilla thought her mad, and endeavoured to move un He used force-angry force,--dragged back the fingers, perceived towards the door ; but Margaret sprang after and when at last the hand was in his, fiung it so vioher, and with a strength that seemed supernatural, held lently from him, that the unhappy woman fell heavily to her arm, while she gasped out the words, *- He.... that the ground, where the convulsions subsided by degrees man there, is false, Cyrilla-false-- you know it as well into a more than deathlike rigidity. -no, not so well as I do now! But I loved him-0, “I have murdered her," he said gloomily, as he raised 60 devotedly, that had I known the nature of my illness, the lifeless form, and placed it on a sofa ; and while I call Heaven to witness, had I known it, I should never Cyrilla sprang to the door to admit Melanie tears of rehave been his wife !"

morse gushed plentifully from his eyes. With passionate gestures, and breathless eagerness, Melanie was more annoyed than surprised to find she continued rapidly : “At no period of our acquaintance her niece in the room. The scream had made known to did I endeavour to deceive him in any way. He knew her the disagreeable interruption of the important interthat I was wretchedly unhealthy-every one knew it ; view ; but so unconscious was she that any thing more but from a mistaken notion of kindness or consideration, than a common attack of epilepsy had taken place, that no one ever mentioned the word epilepsy before me. I she unlocked the doors, admitted fresh air through the now understand it all; it was for this reason that my windows, rang the bell, and felt Margaret's pulse with father made me promise never to dismiss Vica, who has perfect composure. been with me from my infancy. It was fits of this kind “ Doctor Hurtig and Vica,” she said calmly to the that wore out my brother and brought him to an early servant, who instantly appeared. And when directly grave,

and it is this which is now to make me an idiot! afterwards the latter entered the room, she turned to Here she released Cyrilla's arm, shuddered, and, looking Cyrilla, and scarcely looking at her, observed, “We must wildly round her, advanced a few steps nearer Zorndorff, return to the ball-room, it will never do if we are all and said, “ You love riches and luxury, Edouard-they absent, I hope we have not been missed.” are even dearer to you than honour. I would not deprive And Cyrilla followed her into the adjoining room in you of them if I could—but all I have is yours. Is it silence ; but there, throwing herself into the nearest not so? Was not that the purport of the paper I signed chair, she burst into a passion of tears. a few days after my father's death ? Even that did not It was only then that Melanie perceived her sister's enlighten me. I was an idiot even then, Edouard ; but crushed dress, disordered hair, and bleeding shoulder ; she for the short remainder of my life you will give me a stopped and looked at her with an expression of amazepittance to secure me from want, for I-cannot work- ment and inquiry. you know."

" Margaret overheard-all-” said Cyrilla ; but tears “Good Heavens, Margaret, what do you mean?” choked her utterance, and further explanation was then exclaimed Zorndorff, in a voice stifled by contending impossible. emotions. "I mean to leave you-for ever. After what I have

When the Ratcliffe school of novelists was

sure !

in the ascendant, in the time of red-heels and horses were led forward. Rupert, Klemmhein, and periwigs, one of their productions commenced Stauffen, after exchanging some gestures of mock dewith the following exquisite specimen of an

fiance, advanced to meet them; laughingly, but with

unusual attention, they examined girths, bit, and bridle, anti-climax :~" It was not without some emo drew on their gloves, vaulted lightly into their saddles, tion that Arabella (for such was the name of and extended their right hands to be chalked. Rupert the heroine) beheld forty niches, and in each could not resist the temptation to try his on the shoulder niche a robber with his sword drawn.” Just quantity on his master's glove, with the laudable inten

of the groom, who had evidently bestowed a double in the same way the most terrific scenes occur tion of making his victory notorious : nothing could be in Cyrilla, and the horror which might be sup more perfect than the impression of the sprawling hand; posed to strike people dumb evaporates with nothing more exhilarating than the shout of laughter that

followed. Ta burst of passionate tears," or, as our au The President gave the signal, and they all pressed thoress writes when describing the effects of eagerly forward ; even in doing so, there was something one of the most awful fits that afflict humanity, characteristic in their manner. Klemmhein was daring and that too in the presence of the bigamist and and thoughtless, Rupert agile and dexterous, Stauffen his victim,—“the rolling of the sightless eyes, remittingly as they chased each other round the enclosed the audible grinding of the teeth, the white space, endeavouring to keep close to the fence, where foam that gathered around the parting lips ” the left shoulders were safe from their opponents, and what terrific effect follows ! does it make poor nity offer. Unceasing were the impetuous charges made

their right hands ready to descend should opportuCyrilla's senses reel and utterly prostrate

by Klemmhein to obtain this envied position, but Stauffen's not at all,-only “shocked her beyond mea horse invariably reared to save his rider from the in

So we should suppose ! But the tended blow; and Rupert not unfrequently threw himself pathos of the work is not its only demerit, for completely on the other side of his, and laughed merrily

as Klemmhein's hand waved violently and fruitlessly expressions of bad taste offend the reader con

in the air above him. One or two narrow escapes at tinually. Amongst the Germans, in good so

length made Rupert in earnest and Stauffen determined ; ciety, it is not usual for refined young ladies unconsciously they made cominon cause against their to utter such an expression as,“ No one, I am

impetuous adversary, and after the following encounter sure, would imagine that that civil housemaid Klemmhein bore the mark of defeat on his jacket.

Rendered desperate by having nothing more to lose, he of my aunt's shoved half a tree in its gaping dashed after Stauffen, who, in his endeavours to escape mouth.” Nor would a young gentleman of him, received the dreaded mark from Rupert, while good breeding, in any Prussian or Austrian passing him in full career. From that moment the insociety, make constant use of the word “in

terest of the spectators increased visibly; they pressed

towards the barriers, and unreservedly bestowed all their fernal” before ladies.

anxiety on Rupert, who, hotly pursued by adversaries who To turn from a subject so unpleasant, here had nothing to fear from him, was obliged to make use is a little scene characteristic enough, but at of all his art and activity to escape ; he turned so often which we can fancy the shade of some Teu- and so suddenly, forced his horse to such violent springs, tonic ancestor of the actors in the pastime, length, when hemmed in completely, and just as every

that he was for some time unapproachable; and at looking on, in the invisibility of a phantom, one supposed all lost, he threw himself flat on his back, smiling grimly, or may be sadly, like Danté and once more laughed as the hands wared harmlessly watching the floating form of Francesca di over his head. How much longer he could have evaded

his Rimmini in the infernal regions. Conceive

pursuers it is hard to say ; they were again forcing

him to perform the most extraordinary manæuvres, when the jousts and tilting of the middle ages de- the President gave the signal to unfurl the fag, and degenerating into

clared Rupert victor.

But enough in all conscience of Cyrilla, and Under Klemmhein's directions a tolerably large space of the characters grouped around her. The was enclosed, and the spectators retired to a clump of oaks, and seated themselves on garden-chairs, camp

name of Erskine demands at least attention to stools, and benches ; crowds of servants, under pretence

an authoress belonging to that illustrious family, of assisting, hurried to and fro. The officers, whose and attention we have bestowed. Praise, arrival had been the incentive to all these proceedings, also, we will gladly award, with no niggard again mounted, and took ap their stations at different hand, if the authoress, clever as she certainly. parts of the barriers ; the President advanced, his eyes is, will write another novel the antithesis of fixed intently on his watch, and followed by a servant carrying a folded flag, and at the same moment three this one.

THE CHALKED HAND.

SAM Slick's Wise Saws and Modern Instances. 2 Vols. 8vo. Hurst and Blackett. 1853. Every production of Mr. Justice Halliburton and the medium of conveying the Canadian must be replete with observation, keen satire, estimate of Yankees. It is well to keep this in and racy humour.

mind when we read his books. Mr. Halliburton is what they call a “blue Sam Slick, it seems, received a roving comnose” in the western world, which means a Nova mission from his President to examine into and Scotian. His creation, Sam Slick, is a Yankee, report upon the much-talked-of fisheries on the

THE FREE NIGGER.

TIE HOUSE OF COMMONS.

horses of Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, and he was warmin') it's a proud, a high and a lofty station Prince Edward's Island-sources of wealth of too, aint it? To be the elect of twenty-five millions of far more importance, and of far greater value, have three millions of black niggers to work and swet

free, independent, and enlightened white citizens, that than California ; and yet in our hands, or for 'em, while they smoke and talk, takes the rag off of rather in those of our colonists, at present al- European monarchs ; don't it?", most unproductive.

“ Very,” sais I, risin' to take leave. “ And President,"

sais I, for as he seemed detarmined to stand in the It is evident, however, that Jonathan, wide- market, I thought I might just as well make short awake to all that concerns his interests, is fully meter of it, and sell him at once –“ President,” alive to their capabilities, and has made up his sais I, “ I congratulate the nation on havin' chosen a mind to their acquisition at all hazards.

man whose first, last, and sole object is to serve his counSam started with due alacrity upon his er

try, and yourself on the honour of filling a chair far

above all the thrones, kingdoms, queendoms, and emrand, receiving six dollars a-day wages, and six pires in the unevarsal world.” And we shook hands more for travelling expenses, with permission, and parted. if he thought proper, to charter a vessel for the Here is a sly hit at the sympathisers on both purpose of carrying on his investigations. sides of the Atlantic.

During his cruise he throws off as usual a number of sparkling sallies, remarkable for

· Why who the plague are you ?" sais I, “Satan, their truth, wit, and cutting sarcasm. We Satan?' I never heard that name afore. Who are you?" cannot forbear selecting a few as specimens. “ Juno's son, Sir! You mind, massa, she was always

Speaking with an English nobleman on the fond of fine names, and called me Oilyander." subject of the House of Commons, he observes, I held out my hand to him, and shook it heartily. !

“Why, Oleander,” says I,“my boy, is that you ?" and truly enough, that “it a'int the people of heard Old Blowhard inwardly groan at this violation of England.”

all decency ; but he said nothin' till the man withdrew.

“Mr. Slick," sais he, “ I am astonished at you shakin'

hands with that critter, that is as black as the devil's “ Very true," said his Lordship.

hind foot. If he was a slave you might make free with Welí,” sais I, "since the Reform Bill, that House him, but you can't with these northern free niggers : it don't do you much credit. You talk to the educated part of turns their head, and makes them as forred and as sarcy it, the agitators there don't talk to you in reply; they as old Scratch himself. They are an idle, lazy, good-fortalk to the people outside, and have a great advantage nothin' race, and I wish in my soul they were all shipped over you. A good Latin quotation will be cheered by off out of the country to England, to ladies of quality and Lord John Manners and Sir Robert Inglis, and even

high degree there, that make such an everlastin' touss Lord John Russell himself; but Hume talks about cheap about them, that they might see and know the critters bread, unevarsal suffrage, vote by ballot, no sodgers, no they talk such nonsense about. The devil was painted men-oʻ-war, no colonies, no taxes, and no nothin'. Well, black long before the slave-trade was ever thought of. while you are cheered by half-a-dozen scholars in the All the abolition women in New, and all the sympathisin' House, he is cheered by millions outside."

ladies in Old England put together, cant 't make an “There is a great deal of truth in that observation, Ethiopean change his skin. A nigger is-a nigger, that's Mr. Slick,” said he; “it never struck me in that

a fact.light before : I see it now;" and he rose and walked up

“Capting," sais I, "rank folly is a weed that is often and down the room. “ That accounts for O'Connell's found in the tall rank grass of fashion ; but it's too late success." “ Exactly," sais I. “ He didn 't ask you for justice to

to-night to talk about emancipation, slavery, and all that." Ireland, expecting to convince you ; for he knew he had During the calm, an Indian having wounded more than justice to Ireland, while England got no justice

a porpoise, the fish dived and disappeared. there ; nor did he applaud the Irish for your admiration,

"Well done, feminine gender," said the pilot." but that they might admire him and themselves. His speeches were made in the House, but not addressed to “How can you tell it's a female porpoise ?" it ; they were delivered for the edification of his country, said the Captain. men. Now, though you won't condescend to what I call wisdom, but what you call · popularity huntin' and

SHE NATUR'. soft sawder,' there's your equals in that House that do.”

“What will you bet ?” said the mate, “ it's a she por.

poise ?" Conversing with the American President “ Five dollars," said the pilot. “ Cover them," holdrespecting the members of the Upper House, he ing out the silver coins in his hand ; "cover them;" expresses an opinion that “ they don't under- which was no sooner done than he quietly put them into stand the people.

his pocket.

" Who shall decide?" said the mate.

“I'll leave it to yourself,” said Eldad, coolly. “I'll “ They don't," sais I, “ that 's a fact. Do the people take your own word for it, that's fair, aint it ?"* onderstand them? Not always," sais I.

“Well it is so, that's a fact.” “ 'Zactly,” said he, “ when you have born senators, * Jump overboard then, and swim off and see if I aint you must have born fools sometimes."

right.” The loud laugh of the men who heard the catch, “ And when you elect," said I, “ you sometimes elect rewarded the joke. “But here is your money," he said ; a raven distracted goney of a feller too."

“I know it to be fact, and a bet is only fair when there “ Next door to it," said President, larfin', "and if is a chance of losin', that's my logic, at any rate." they aint quite fools, they are entire rogues, that 's a “ How do you know it then ?" said the skipper. fact; eh, Slick! Well, I suppose each way has its “ Because it stands to reason, to natur', and to logic." merits, six of one and half-a-dozen of the other."

“Well, come," said the captain, “ let us sit down here " But the President,” and he adjusted his collar and and see how you prove the gender of the fish by reason, cravat, “ he ought to be the chosen of the people; and natur', and logic. Sam (it was the first time he'd called me that, but I see “Well,” said Eldad, “ there is natur' in all things.

THE HOUSE OF LORDS.

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