sent by his master six miles from Baltimore, to the heights of Derby, on an errand.-Paddy, thinking and ruminating on the road that he had not yet seen a blackamoor, forgot the directingpost on the road, and got entangled in a forest; it happened to be deep snow, and there was a large black bear lying at the foot of a tree, which he did not observe till within a few yards of him. "Hurra, my darling!" says he, "here's one of them now, at last-queen of glory! such a nose as he has they talk about Loughey Fudaghen's nose; why, the noses of all the Fudaghens put together would not make this fellow's nose. never saw one of your sort before," says Paddy; “why, man, you'll get your death of cowld lying there; I have an odd tester yet left from Cushendall, and if there's a shebeen near this I'll give you a snifter, for I'd like to speak to you." "Boo," says the bear. "Lord what a voice he has-he could sing a roaring song." Boo, boo!" again cries the bear. "Who the devil are you booing at? if it's fun you're making of me, I'll ram my fist up to the elbow in you." Up gets the bear, and catches Paddy by the shoulder. "Is it for wrestling you are ?-Cushendall for that-soul, but you grip too tight, my jewel; you had better take your fist out of my shoulder, or I'll take an unfair advantage of you." Paddy went to catch him by the middle; "O sweet bad luck to you, you thief, and the tailor that made your breeches-you're made for wrestling, but I'll neck you." Paddy pulled out his tobacco-knife, and gave him a dart in the right place-down he fell to rise no more. "O sweet father! what will become of me now!" says he "I've killed this black son of a bitch, and I'll be hanged for him. O sweet Jasus! that ever I left Cushendall! Ō murder, murder! O what will become of me!" A gentleman, proprietor of the place, and who had blacks on his estate, comes up at the moment. What is all this about ?-what's the matter, sir?" "Nothing, but I'm from Cushendall, saving your honour's worship; I never seen a blackamoor before, and I just asked one of them to take a drop with me; but he would do nothing but make fun of me, so I gave him a prod, for I could not get a hould of him."."—"Stop, stop; there's a bear lying, take care."-" Faith, he was going to make me bare, sure enough; see where he tore my coat." Was that the blackamoor you were wrestling with? why, sir, that's a bear, that ten men in the forest could not kill." By the holy father, I'll drop them to you for a tester a dozen," says Paddy. The gentleman admired his courage and honest appearance so much, that he went to Baltimore, bought off his time, and made him an overseer of his estate, which place he filled with integrity and after seven 66 teen years' servitude, came home to his native country, left what he had to old Snouter's children, and at last had his bones laid in the same grave with his old and loving master, in the ancient burying-place of Cushendall. THE SPANISH CHAMPION. THE warrior bow'd his crested head, and tamed his heart of fire, "Rise! rise, even now thy father comes, a ransomed man this day, And lo from far as on they press'd, they met a glittering band, His proud breast heaved, his dark eye flashed, his cheeks' hue came and went, That hand was cold, a frozen thing, it dropped from his like lead; gaze Up from the ground he sprung, and gazed, but who can paint that "Father!" at length he murmured low, and wept like children then,"Talk not of grief till thou hast seen the tears of warlike men;" He thought on all his glorious hopes, on all his high renown, Then flung the falchion from his side, and in the dust sat down; And covering with his steel-gloved hands his darkly mournful brow, ? Up from the ground he sprung once more, and seized the monarch's rein, "Came I not here on thy pledge, my father's hand to kiss, "Into those glassy eyes put light; be still, keep down thine ire, He loosed the rein, his slack hand fell, upon the silent face T. QUINTIUS'S SPEECH TO THE ROMAN PEOPLE. THOUGH I am not conscious, O Romans! of any crime by me committed, it is yet with the utmost shame and confusion that I appear in your assembly. You have seen it-Posterity will know it-In the fourth consulship of Titus Quintius, the Equi and Volsci (scarce a match for the Hernici alone) came in arms to the very gates of Rome, and went away again unchastised! The course of our manners indeed, and the state of our affairs, have long been such, that I had no reason to presage much good; but, could I have imagined that so great ignominy would have befallen me this year, I would by death or banishment (if all other means had failed) have avoided the station I am now in. What! might Rome then have been taken, if those men who were at our gates had not wanted courage for the attempt ?Rome taken, while I was consul?-Of honours I had sufficientof life enough-more than enough-I should have died in. my third consulate. But who are they that our dastardly enemies thus despise the consuls? or you, Romans? If we are in fault, depose us, punish us yet more severely. If you are to blamemay neither gods nor men punish your faults, only may you repent! No, Romans, the confidence of your enemies is not owing to their courage, or to their belief of your cowardice: they have been too often vanquished not to know both themselves and you. Discord, discord is the ruin of this city. The eternal disputes between the senate and the people are the sole cause of our misfortune. While we will set no bounds to our domination, nor you to your liberty; while you impatiently endure patrician magistrates, and we plebeian, our enemies take heart, grow elated and presumptuous. In the name of the immortal gods, what is it, Romans, you would have? You desired tribunes; for the sake of peace we granted them-You were eager to have decemvirs; we consented to their creation-You grew weary of these decemvirs; we obliged them to abdicate-Your hatred pursued them when reduced to be private men; and we suffered you to put to death, or banish patricians of the first rank in the republic-You insisted upon the restoration of the tribuneship; we yielded: we quietly saw consuls of your own faction elected-You have the protection of your tribunes, and the privilege of appeal; the patricians are subjected to the decrees of the commons. Under pretence of equal and impartial laws, you have invaded our rights; and we have suffered it; and we still suffer it. When shall we see an end of discord? When shall we have one interest and one common country? Victorious and triumphant, you show less temper than we under our defeat. When you are to contend with us, you can seize the Aventine Hill, you can possess yourselves of the Mons Sacer. The enemy is at our gates, the Esquiline is near been taken, and nobody stirs to hinder it. But against us you are valiant, against us you can arm with all diligence. Come on then, besiege the Senate House, make a camp of the Forum, fill the gaols with all our chief nobles; and when you have achieved these glorious exploits, then, at least, sally out at the Esquiline gate with the same fierce spirits against the enemy. Does your resolution fail you for this? Go then, and behold from our walls your lands ravaged, your houses plundered and in flames, the whole country laid waste with fire and sword! Have you any thing here to repair these damages? Will the tribunes make up your losses to you? They will give you words as many as you please; bring impeachments in abundance against the prime men in the state; heap laws upon laws; assemblies you shall have without end: but will any of you return the richer from those assemblies? Extinguish, O Romans these fatal divisions generously break this cursed enchantment, which keeps you buried in a scandalous inaction. Open your eyes and consider the management of those ambitious men, who, to make themselves powerful in their party, study nothing but how they may foment divisions in the commonwealth. If you can but summon up your former courage, if you will now march out of Rome with your consuls, there is no punishment you can inflict which I will not submit to, if I do not in a few days drive those pillagers out of our territory. This terror of war (with which you seem so greviously struck) shall quickly be removed from Rome to their own cities. THE CHOICE OF A WIFE BY CHEESE. THERE lived in York, an age ago, And all were much inclined to wed; And prais'd him with their sweetest voice. And said that night with them he'd sup; Good Cheshire cheese, and but them three; |