and coniure him with certaine wordes, and then hee can never come in hell for all the divells will runne away from before the crosses lyke a dogge before a flitche of bacon, and therefore must hee take upp his lodging, eyther in the suburbes of hell or in purgatory, where hee shall have his househyre and fire-wood free, till such time as he (with soule masses and popes' pardons) have gotten a plotte of grounde in heauen too builde a house thereuppon, of merites and good woorkes."

"It is very hard, my lord," said a convicted felon at the bar to Judge BURNET, "to hang a poor man for stealing a horse." You are not to be hanged, sir, answered the judge, for stealing a horse, but you are to be hanged that horses may not be stolen. -(Fielding's Voyage to Lisbon.)

In the BAPTISTS' MAGAZINE for October, 1810, we find "The accusation of the Bible against J. Neglectful, made before Judge Conscience, begging his interference in endeavouring to rescue him from a degraded and dangerous situation."

Dr. BEATTIE, meaning to tell us how delighted he was on seeing Mr. Garrick play Macbeth, adds, “He almost made me to throw myself over the front seat of the two-shilling gallery." We are anxious that this should be known, for the benefit of future enthusiasts, who are, therefore, recommended to choose the pit, for fear of such ecstacies.

TOM BROWN has a curious figure of speech: satirising some person, he says, "He is as dull as a lawfully-begotten citizen's eldest son."

The Reverend JOHN BORASTON condoling with Sir N. Herbert on the loss of his father, says, "The Blessedness of our deare deceased relations is handkerchief enough to dry our eyes.”—(Warner's Epistolary Curiosities.)

ANNE BOLEYN's mode of expressing herself was truly astonishing. When on the scaffold, she was pleased to say, "I pray God save the king, (Henry VIII.) and send him long to reign over you; for a gentler, nor a more merciful, prince was there never, and to me he was ever a good, a gentle, and sovereign lord." This is a tolerable good character of a king, who in his power spared no man, and in his lust spared no woman, and from the lips of one who was then on the scaffold, probably dying innocent, because that Blue-Beard wanted to marry another, Jane Seymour, the next day, which he did.

Mr. BRAND, editor of Bourne's Popular Antiquities, lamenting the prevalence of party, (p. 392,) thus concludes, "May it subside at the present crisis, which is truly alarming, and that too, (if it be possible, by any other means to recover a body po

litic, in which health, for want of change, seems to have produced disease, not by loss of blood. but by insensible perspiration." The plethora Mr. Brand so feelingly deplores, it is most likely will never be cured out of his pharmacopaia, because the national perspiration is sensible to feeling as to sight' as Macbeth says.

LORD BOLINGBROKE, in his Study of History, has adopted red as the preterite of read, and spred as the preterite of spread. Bishop Horsley, in the Philosophical Transactions, introduces redde; Mr. Pinkerton, redd; Dr. Wallis proposed the preterite to be-readd.

MADAME BRUNE, the biographer of Madame De Stael, speaking of her person, gravely says, "She could hardly be called well-made, as the right shoulder was rather larger than the left."

Mr. BURKE, above all men, figured in a mode of metaphorical expression. On the 7th of June, 1794, when speaking on the Begum charge, on the trial of Hastings, and describing the happy situation of the provinces of Oude, Benares, and Gorruckpore, before they were under Mr. H's protection, used the following:-"He is worse than Satan, for he showed the kingdoms of the world to the great Author of our sacred religion, in order that he might enjoy them; but he (turning to the bar) gave the provinces of Hindostan into the possession of men appointed by himself, for the purpose of destroying them." (Mr. Hastings at this expression lifted up his eyes and hands.) Again, when he spoke of the treasures deposited with the Begums, which Mr. Hastings seized, Mr. Burke said, "The prisoner at your bar, stepping beyond even the heathen mythology, was in his own opinion greater than Jove, who was esteemed the immortal god of the ancients; for Jove condescended to embrace a frail woman in a shower of gold; but Mr. Hastings paid more impressive adoration to the old Begums of Oude, for the purpose of seizing and stripping them of their gold! Here (said Mr. Burke) is the distinction between the Jove of the ancients and the Jove of the East-Indies. your lordship's classical knowledge will convey to you that the first was fabulous, and I trust that the evidence adduced will convince your lordships the last is real."-Mr. BURKE, in his eulogium upon that extraordinary man, Mr. Charles Townshend, among other things, said, "His style of argument was neither trite nor vulgar, nor subtle and abstruse; he hit the house just between wind and water," &c.

But

My Lord CASTLEREAGH's expression of a man turning his back upon himself, must have originated from his previous read

ing of Shakspeare's Henry IV. part 1. act. 1. sc. 1., where Mortimer is made to say,

All the rest

Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead.

And after all, this turning upon one's self is become very common in days of frivolous controversy, when some men, although their antagonists are silent, will turn upon themselves, and write themselves down, in spite of the love of fame, which is natural as the love of life, as Greene says, in his Groat'sworth of Wit.

Dr. CLARKE, in his Travels, has this very suspicious metaphor: he says, "Jerusalem now occupies one eminence alone, viz, that of Moriah, where the temple stood of old, and where, like a phoenix that hath arisen from the ashes of its parent, the famous mosque of Omar is now situated." Does not this sound a little unorthodox ;-that a Mahometan mosque could arise out of the ruins of the temple of Jehovah, as a phoenix is fancied to arise out of the ashes of its parent?

URBAN CHEVREAU, a French historian, tells us, "When I was young, I remember attending a sermon, preached by a prelate, who was celebrated at court for the greatness of his talent. It was on the feast of Mary Magdalen. The bishop, having enlarged much on the repentance of Mary, observed, that her tears had opened to her the way to heaven; and that she had travelled by water to a place, where few other persons had gone by land."

Saint CYPRIAN gravely asks, in his Third Epistle and Second Book, written to Cecilius, "How can they (the martyrs) shed their blood for Christ's sake, if they do not drink of Christ's blood?"—(Transubstantiated.)-(Beehive of the Romish Church.)

When

CHARLES THE FIFTH was pious in his bulletins. Cæsar conquered, he wrote to the senate the laconic words, Veni, vidi, vici, I came, I saw, I conquered. But the emperor Charles the Fifth, after his victory over the sectaries in Germany, April 24, 1547, said, in pious parody of Cæsar's, Veni, vidi, et Dominus Deus meus vicit; I came, I saw, but it was God my Lord that conquered.-(Pedro Mexio.)

CALVIN'S (the reformer) mode of expression was rather coarse. Luther had, in one of his writings, called him a declaimer; and Calvin, to justify himself from such a title, breaks out-"Your whole school is nothing but a stinking stye of pigs. Dog! do you understand me? Do you understand me, madman? Do you understand me, you great beast?"

Brother CAREY says, in his Journal, Jan. 26, 1796, "Found much pleasure in reading Edwards's Sermon on the Justice of God in the Damnation of Sinners." Again, Feb. 6, 1766, "I am now in my study; and oh! it is a sweet place, because of the presence of God with the vilest of men-it is at the top of the house. I have but one window in it."-Dr. Carey would not write so now. He is become a Sir W. Jones in learning.

The Duchess of CHANDOS would pertinaciously insist upon calling the drawing-room the drawling-room! Perhaps, as she was a judge, it is the best mode of expression.

Du

The Abbé DU PATY somewhere says, "I listened to silence," reminding us of the old line,

"An horrid silence now invades my ear."

DRYDEN pays no great homage to the language of lovers in the following line :

"And nonsense shall be eloquence in love."

However true these things may be in royal and noble letters, upon crim. con. trials, is it polite so to put it down?—In one of DRYDEN'S plays, there was this line, which the actress endeavoured to speak in as moving and affecting a tone as she could :

"My wound is great-because it is so small!"

And then she paused, and looked very distressed. The Duke of Buckingham, who was in one of the boxes, rose immediately from his seat, and added, in a loud ridiculing tone of voice,

"Then t'would be greater were it none at all!"

Which had so great effect upon the audience, that Dryden lost his benefit by it. DRYDEN, the same great poet, was, at another time, caught napping; for, in his play of "The Conquest of Grenada," he makes Almanzor say to Boabdelin, king of Grenada,

"Obey'd as sovereign by thy subjects be;

But know, that I alone am king of ME."

This mode of expression incurred the censure of the critics, which the irratibility of Dryden's temper could not easily bear; and it was well retorted upon him by Colonel Heylyn, the nephew of Dr. Heylyn, the cosmographer. Not long after the publication of his book, the doctor had the little misfortune to lose his way upon a large common, which created an innocent laugh against him, as a minute geographer. Mr. Dryden, falling into the colonel's company at a coffee-house, rallied him upon the circumstance which had happened to his uncle, and asked where it was that he lost himself? "Sir, (said the colo

nel, who did not relish the question from such a cynick,) I cannot answer you exactly; but I recollect that it was somewhere in the kingdom of ME!" Mr. Dryden took his hat, and walked

off.

DR. DONNE, speaking of the Bible, quaintly says, "Sentences in Scripture, like hairs in horses' tails, concur in one root of beauty and strength; but, being plucked out one by one, serve only for springes and snares.

MR. DUNDAS, afterwards Lord Melville, in one of his speeches, proposed to reduce the Americans by starvation, a word then new in the English vocabulary, which the wits of the day alleged he had imported from his native country; but both the word and the thing itself, it is said, have been, since then, sufficiently naturalised in this country.

Madame DACIER, in the index to her Translation of Plutarch's Lives, tells us, "that adultery, though not known by name, was a vice common in Sparta."

A DUTCH ambassador's wife, at Paris, being asked, by the Queen of France, how many children she had ? replied, “Quelle avoit fait deux par devant, et deux par derriere;" but meaning that she had two by her first husband, and two by her last.

Hear Mr. DESENFANS, in his Descriptive Catalogue, vol. 2 p. 179.-"While the multitude are crowding round a large daub, the amateur is frequently in ecstacy before a small picture in a solitary corner. The multitude are always beholding pictures with two eyes only, and the connoisseur looks at them with three!!!" Now we thought that the knowing look of a connoisseur rather partook of the Polypheme, or of the genuine cock-eyed squint, only to be seen under the brows of a virtuoso, or peering through the half-closed hand. What Mr. Desenfans may mean, we know not; these are his words. But while Mr. D. is using three eyes in viewing a picture, perhaps he is not aware that the picture of any thing is the thing itself; as thus, "The art of painting is debased by the complaisance of calling it a language. It is a mode of communication as much superior to language, as the image of any thing in a lookingglass is more satisfactory and superior to any mere account of the same thing in words. It is difficult to say, and would lead us into the depths of philosophy, WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ANY actual thing, and its image in a glass; and yet, so much only, and no more, can be the difference between that actual thing, and its representation in painting; but the object painted is equally permanent with what we may call the actual or real one!-the truth is, that THEY ARE ALL PICTURES ALIKE, painted equally on the retina, or optical sensorium." (Barry's Letter to the Dilletants Society.)