CROSS READINGS. VISITORS to the metropolis are respectfully invited-to be sold by auction by Messrs. Adams, at 42s. to 48s. per dozen. Ever anxious to prevent imposition, Day and Martin respectfully inform the public that-the first number of the Monthly Critical Gazette will be a general assortment of warrants, subpoenas, summonses, &c. Important information-His Grace the Duke of Wellington-arrived at C. Holmes's waggonwarehouse, Jesus College Lane-where he was enthroned, and put in possession of-five or six bakers-and the up-shot is not a little surp rising University intelligence.-Congregations will be holden for the purpose of-the removal of-100 pipes of wine. Letters from St. Petersburgh of the 20th March state, that-Dr. Bethel, the newly-appointed Bishop of Gloucester, arrived in-the Independent Tallyho Post Coach. Birth-The Lady of, Esq., of-a fine-toned piano-forte-empty casks, and a variety of other effects-For particulars inquire of the auctioneer. Your eyes are so bad, you'd do well to repair, LORD **** Not I, by my faith, for so bad as they are, Chronicle. THE PRAISE OF EATING. YE sons of the platter give ear Venter habet aures, they say, The praise of good eating to hear, You'll never be out of the way; But with knives sharp as razors, and stomachs as keen, Through the fat and the lean, Sit ready to cut through the fat and the lean. The Science of eating is old, Its antiquity no man can doubt, Though Adam was squeamish, we're told Eve soon found a dainty bit out; Then with knives sharp as razors, and stomachs as keen, Our passage let's cut through the fat and the lean &c. &c. Through the world, from the West to the East, They may talk of their roast and their boiled, They may talk of their stew and their fry, I am gentle simplicity's child, And I dote on a West-Riding pie, &c. &c. While with knife sharp as razor, and stomach as keen, &c. &c. Blackwood's Magazine. TRAVELLING. GOING abroad is now so common and so vulgar, that it is almost more genteel to stay at home; and a person who has travelled the five hundredmiles out of England, which constitute capability for the Travellers' Club, is much less of a curiosity than one who has travelled the same distance in it. The cataracts of the Nile are better known than the Falls of the Clyde; those rave about St. Peter's who never saw St. Paul's; and like the Scotchman who hurried home from Italy to see a magnificent view on his own estate, of which he had first received intelligence from a foreigner-so Englishmen will be put to the blush at Versailles and St. Denis, by puzzling questions about Windsor and Westminster Abbey.A book in praise of our country is perhaps the only sort of book that would not pay the expences of publication; it would have the dulness of a sonnet to one's wife, and the insipidity of English wines; it would be as little purchased as British lace, and as little regarded as an appeal in behalf of British manufacturers. Not till war again closes the Continent, and tourists and travellers are thrown out of foreign employ, will they condescend to visit or describe our own lovely scenery. Then Devonshire and Derbyshire, Wales and Westmoreland, must per force excite ecstacies and employ pens; then exaggeration will succeed indifference, Mont Blanc bow to Ben Nevis, and Milan Cathedral shrink before York Minster. Rather than not add his mite to the mountain of books that is overwhelming our land, a predestined author would accomplish his fate by publishing "First Impressions on Boxhill," or "Reminiscences of Clapham Common.” New Monthly. MISCHANCES IN MARRIAGE. Ir happened four couple one day were presented At the same parish church to be wed; "They had plighted their vows," and their friends had consented; So the first to the altar was led. The service proceeded till come to the clause "For better, worse, richer, or poorer;" For "worse" and for "poorer" he would not-because From these he could never insure her; But to "richer" and "better" he vow'd to comply. The parson demurr'd to proceeding: The bridegroom persisted the words to deny, "Mischance on mischance," cried the priest in a pet; But the fourth couple still was remaining, And hoping, of them all his fees he should get, He determined to stifle complaining. But scarce had he read to the first warning clause, He would hasten the reading the service-because Literary Chronicle. AN EPITAPH, OR, PUNNING RUN MAD. HERE lies old John Magee, late the landlord at the Sun, And swear it was both sweet and nice as any shrub in May. At last John took to drinking, and drank till drunk with drink, His stuffing he would stuff in till stuff began to shrink; Tho' mistress shook her hand high, he suck'd the sugar-candy, And often clos'd his brand eye by tippling of the brandy: His servants always firking, his firkins ran so fast, And staggering round his bar-rails, his barrels breath'd their last; |