who makes use of many words to no purpose, has not much to say for himself, therefore I shall come to the point at once, at once and immediately I shall come to the point. My client was in liquor, the liquor in him having served an ejectment upon his understanding, common sense was nonsuited, and he was a man beside himself, as Dr. Biblibus declares, in his Dissertation upon Bumpers, in the 139th folio volume of the Abridgment of the Statutes, page 1286, he says, that a drunken man is homo duplicans, or a double man, not only because he sees things double, but also because he is not as he should be, profecto ipse he, but is, as he should not be, defecto tipse he'

The counsel on the other side rose up gracefully, playing with his ruffles prettily, and tossing the tyes of his wig about emphatically. He began with, My lud, and you gentlemen of the jury, I humbly do conceive I have the authority to declare, that I am counsel in this case for the defendant, therefore, my lud, I shall not flourish away in words; words are no more than fillagree work some people may think them an embellishment, but to me it is a matter of astonishment, how any one can be so impertinent, to the detriment of all rudiment. But, my lud, this is not to be looked at through the medium of right and wrong; for the law knows no medium, and right and wrong are but its shadows. Now, in the first place, they have called a kitchen my client's premises. Now, a kitchen is nobody's premises, a kitchen is not a warehouse nor a washhouse; a brewhouse nor a bakehouse; an outhouse nor an innhouse, nor a dwellinghouse, nor any house; no, my lud, 'tis absolutely and bona fide, neither more nor less than a kitchen; or as the law more classically expresses, a kitchen is, camera necessaria pro usus cookare, cum sauce pannis, scullero, dressero, coalholo, stovis, smoakjacko, pro roastandum, boilandum, fryandum, et plum puddings mixandum, pro turtle soupos, calves head hashibus, cum calipee et calipashibus. But we shall not avail ourselves of an alibi, but admit of the existence of a cook-maid; now, my lud, we shall take it upon a new ground, and beg a new trial, for as they have curtailed our name from plain Mary into Moll, I hope the court will not allow of mistakes, what would the law do, for when the law don't find mistakes, it is the business of the law to make them.'

Therefore the Court allowed them the liberty of a new trial; for the law is our liberty, and it is happy for us that we have the liberty to go to law.

THE ORPHAN BEGGAR BOY.'

THE wild northern blast fiercely howls o'er the heath,
And dense rifted clouds darkly chequer the sky;
Each hollow wind-gust seems the murmur of death,
And houseless, exposed to its fury am I.

Life's flowers are crush'd by the mildew of care,
In vain do I search for one bright ray of joy;

I sip but the poison of hateful despair,

No hope can e'er solace the poor beggar boy.

Fast falls the chill snow, and I shake with the cold,
While oft press'd with hunger the lone wood I roam;
No mother can me to her bosom enfold,

No father have I, no relation-no home.

My mother no more her poor boy shall caress,

No more her warm kiss on my cheeks shall be laid;
Each way that I turn, nought appears but distress,
For my parents' cold relics are under the shade.
Ambition's proud wretches so pompous and vain,
Survey my poor garments, and rudely they sneer;
But still, with contempt I can mark their disdain,
For spotless, indeed, is the heart which beats here.

Oh, Providence! grant me a happy release,

Oh, take me, and soon, to thy realms of joy ;
For there, only there, I may hope for that peace
Which here is denied to the poor beggar boy.

SPEECH OF CATALINE BEFORE THE ROMAN SENATE, ON HEARING HIS SENTENCE OF BANISHMENT.

BANISHED from Rome! what's banished, but set free

From daily contact of the things I loathe?

Tried and convicted traitor !'-Who says this?
Who'll prove it, at his peril, on my head?

Banished?—I thank you for't. It breaks my chain!

this hour-

I held some slack allegiance till
But now my sword's my own. Smile on, my lords;
I scorn to count what feelings, withered hopes,
Strong provocations, bitter, burning wrongs,
I have within my heart's hot cells shut up,
To leave you in your lazy dignities.

But here I stand and scoff you :-here I fling
Hatred and full defiance in your face.

Your Consul's merciful. For all this thanks.

He dares not touch a hair of Cataline.

Traitor!' I go-but I return. This-trial!
Here I devote your senate! I've had wrongs,
To stir a fever in the blood of age,

Or make the infant's sinews strong as steel.

This day's the birth of sorrows!-This hour's work
Will breed proscriptions.-Look to your hearths, my lords,
For there henceforth shall sit, for household gods,
Shapes hot from Tartarus!-all shames and crimes;-
Wan Treachery, with his thirsty dagger drawn ;
Suspicion poisoning his brother's cup;

Naked rebellion, with the torch and axe,
Making his wild sport of your blazing thrones;

Till Anarchy comes down on you like Night,
And Massacre seals Rome's eternal grave.

THE HUMOURS OF A COUNTRY FAIR.

YES, I own 'tis my delight,

To see the laughter and the fright,
In such a motley merry sight,

As a Country Fair,

Full of riot, fun, and noise,
Little girls, and ragged boys,
The very flower of rural joys,
Is fun beyond compare.
Some are playing single-stick,
Boys in roundabout so thick,
Maidens swinging till they're sick,
All at a Country Fair.
Wooden toys and lollipops,
Ribbons, lace, and shilling hops,

Peg, and whip, and humming tops,
At a Country Fair.

Spoken.] Here we are, all a-going to the fair in Mr. Creepey's cart-here we are! four-and-twenty of us at sixpence a-piece. I say, that's a good deal of money though, ar'n't it? Yes. How much is it? 4 times 5-no, 7 times 6-no that won't do; I say, how much is four-and-twenty at sixpence a-piece? I don't know: ask Mr. Doleful. Mr. Doleful, how much is four-and-twenty at sixpence each? I don't know, I was always dull in that line--but my son Tommy he can tell. Tommy, how much is twenty-four at sixpence each? Thirteen and fourpence. Ah, he is always right. Now then, here we go? and here we are! and Mrs. Piebrow in the same wehicle being riding hopposite the whole time, and I never saw you before I declare. Billy, what is French for

hopposite? Wis a wee, Oh! here we are in the thick of the fair; look at the people, and the shows, and the music. O, I do so like it, ma'. Walk up, walk up, ladies and gentlemen; this is the only booth in the fair, where you will see a grand farcical, tragical, comical play, and a pantomine, for the small charge of only sixpence, entitled and called the Amiable Assassin or the Bloody Nose-to conclude with Harlequin Dogsmeat-man and Love in an Iceberg, or the Magic Barrow-the whole warrant ed to be acted in the short space of twenty-three minutes and a half, by any stop-watch in the world. Ladis and gentilhomme, if you sall walk up here, you sall see de greatest vonder as never vas, dere is no deception here; here is de vonderful pheasant woman from Timbuctoo; de price of to enter is three-pence for de full grown man, and only half a child: ladis and gentilhomme as sall sit in de seat of de front must a sittee down, not to hinder those behind of from to see; dere is no deception here, ladis and gentilhomme, she is all over feathers-dis is one of her quills, she moulted last a night.

Yes, I own it's my delight &c.

(ENCORE DIALOGUE.)

Walk up, walk up, and see the wonderful Anarabaracabaradaliana, the great Physioner from Bengal in the Vest Hinjus; he possesses the most unparalleled, inestimable, and never-to-bematched medicines; and can cure any thing incident to humanity from a corn up to a consumption! we have a long list of cures performed by his grand eliptical, Asiatical, panticurical, nervous cordial, but will only read you three out of three thousand, the whole of which it would be tedious to read to youthis is one :- Sir, I was cut in half in a saw pit, cured with one bottle.' Sir, I was jammed to death in a linseed oil mill, cured with two bottles.' Now comes the most wonderful of all :- Sir, venturing too near the powder mills at Faversham, I was by a sudden explosion, blown into a million of atoms; by this unpleasant accident, I was rendered unfit for my business, (a banker's clerk,) but hearing of your grand eliptical, Asiatical, panticurical, nervous cordial, I was persuaded to make essay thereof, the first bottle united my strayed particles, the second animated my shattered frame, the third effected a radical cure, the fourth sent me home to Lombard-street, to count sovereigns, carry out bills of acceptance, and recount the wonderful effects of your grand elip. tical, Asiatical, panticurical, nervous cordial, that cures all diseases incident to humanity.'-Twenty-four ballads for a halfpenny, four-and-twenty for a harfpenny, consisting of the following:

"Within a mile of Edinburgh;' 'Drops of Brandy;' 'Cast thine eyes my love around;' The Old Commodore 'Gin a body meet a body;' with 'London now is out of town ;' sung by me and my partner strike up Poll, and tip 'em the curl.

(Sing first verse of London now, &c.')

Yes, I own 'tis my, &c.

Those in fairs who take delight,
In shows, and seeing every sight,
Dancing, singing, and a fight,

At a Country Fair:

Boys by mamma's treacle fed,
With cake and spicy gingerbread,
On every body's toes they tread,
All at a Country Fair.
Monkeys mounting camel's backs,
For prizes there men jump in sacks,
And others drinking quarts of max,

And think that that's your sort.
Corks are drawing, glasses jingle,
Trumpets, drums together mingle.
Till your heads completely tingle,

Which quite completes the sport.

Spoken.] Walk up, walk up, and see the great Shropshire giant -he is nine foot high; ladies and gentlemen, he is of such extraordinary dimensions, that he can place his left leg in Lankyshire, and his right leg in Shropshire; he grows three inches every year, and it is supposed by the Royal Feelersoffecal and Zufferodgeical Society, that he will never reach his full growth; I repeat it without repetition, he is nine foot high. I say, jack, how can that be, the whole caravan a'n't nine feet high? Why, he don't stand upright, he lies all along. Oh, he lies, do he; well, he a❜n't the only one in the caravan as do lie. Here is the wonderful Miss Biffin, without legs or arms, considered to be the wonder of the world; as cuts out watch-papers, and paints miniatures, said to be speaking likenesses, and writes and plays, and does it all with her mouth: she is supposed to be a perfect loosus nat-ture-abus-she dresses her own hair, and cleans herown teeth, and does it all with her own mouth. Pho! Pho! how can she do that? She does, I tell you; she couldn't do it without a mouth, could she? I don't believe it. I tell you I see her do it myself; I'll tell you how she does it—she has the toothbrush fastened up tight before her, and she wiggle waggles herself backwards and forwards, in this way. Hot gingerbread