your Worship to judge; and as for the recovery of the creature, didn't we try all we could to recover her? Didn't we fish her game-leg and do the needful, and hadn't she strong beer to drink, while all the rest had water? and didn't we bring her home in a coal-waggon, riding all the way? and if that warn't enough to recover her, why she'll never be better.' Old Joe's appeal, and the sight of the mare, did the business; we were ordered to pay five pounds and the doctor's bill, and then all hands adjoured to the Sally-port, where we drank success to the ould Mayor of Portsmouth and the ould mare of Common-hard.

[Since this selection was made, Mr. Barker, the author of these very clever sketches, has announced his intention of publishing them in a connected form, illustrated by the facetious pencil of one of the brothers Cruikshank.]

ZEPHYR.

WHEN maidens blithely dance at eve,
I slily glide beneath their sleeve;
Or, if they would their ankles hide,
I toss their russet gowns aside:
Or, dallying with their kerchiefs blue,
1 half betray to transient view
Beauties that thrill the lover through:
Then to a lady's casement steal,
To sigh the love I cannot feel,
Where she has placed a harp all day,
Expecting me to come and play:
Sweet music wakens in the strings
At the soft rustling of my wings;
And as I hover round and round,
She dotes upon the plaintive sound;
Then, as the melting tones decay,
She thinks of one that's far away.
I see the colour come and go,
I feel her panting bosom glow,
And wish 'twere mine to sink to rest
Upon so fair and fond a breast.

At night, when all around is still,
I lay me down upon the hill,

And play with cowslips shining bright,
Beneath the moon-beam's dewy light;
Where dapper elves and fairies glance
In merry maze and circling dance:
Or haply wandering, I invade
With rustling sound the leafy shade,
Where Julia, by her lover led,

Denies, with half-averted head,

Of her rosy lips the taste,

Though both his arms are round her waist:

Alarmed she hears me, and her fear

Imagines me a stranger near;

And he, though loth to fancy this,

Lets her go with half a kiss.

Knight's Quarterly Magazine.

THE FEMALE COMMANDER;

OR, A GENERAL DEFEATED.

SKETCHES AT BOW-STREET.-No. XXVI.

SIR CHARLES WILLIAM DOYLE complained to Mr. Halls, that he had been grossly assaulted by a couple of post-boys, in his way home from the Hounslow-heath Review on the preceding day. The post-boys in question were Thomas Clough; stable-keeper in Phoenix-yard, Cavendish-square, and his lad, George Curd. The General had laid aside his military dress, and was driving through Brentford in his tilbury, when he was stopped short by the headmost of a string of buggies turning short across the way. At the same moment something came bump against his back; and, looking round, he found it was the heads of the leading horses in a post chariot and four, driven by the boy, Curd, on the leaders, and his master, Clough, on the wheelers; and bump, as aforesaid, came the heads of the leaders against the General's back. "My good fellow," said, the General to the boy, "where are you coming to? you see I cannot move, unless I drive over the buggy before me!"-" D-n his eyes!" cried Clough, "drive over him if he don't get out of the way!" The boy attempted to do as he was, ordered, by forcing his horses upon the General's tilbury, until it was in danger of upsetting; and to prevent this, the General applied his whip to the boy and the leaders. The boy applied his

whip to the General in return, and after a bit of a scuffle the post-chariot and its furious drivers gave the General the go-by. Between Brentford and Turnham-green the General overtook them, as they were doing something at their traces; and, as he passed by, the boy, instigated by Clough, ran after the General, and struck him repeatedly with his whip. The General, astonished at this conduct, demanded Clough's address; but instead of giving it, he cried out, "D-n your eyes, if you had flogged me as you did the boy, I would have cut your tripes out!" and so saying, they mounted their horses and drove on furiously.

Several gentlemen who witnessed this strange outrage, urged the General to pursue, and either obtain their address, or give them in charge to a constable. The General followed as fast as he could, reasonably, with a single horse; and in Hammersmith he overtook them again, as they were watering their horses. He then made himself known to them; whereupon they suddenly became "as humble as a couple of mulberries, that will not bear the handling;" and were busily asking him ten thousand pardons, when the front glass of the chariot was suddenly let down, and out pops a gaily-attired female head, crying out, "D-n your eyes, you blackguard! what do you mean by stopping my servants!" Hearing such words as these from a lady's lips astonished the General more than ever; and, making his bow to the lady, he told her he had nothing at all to say to her. Somebody else told her what was the matter, however; and, again popping her

fair head out at the window, she exclaimed, "By G-d! they shall neither apologize nor give their address; and if they want any thing else, let him follow me to Curzon-street, and I'll horsewhip him myself! Drive on, lads!" Away they went again, "like winking," as a coachman. would say, and the General after them on horseback-for a stranger gentleman, who had heard the foregoing lady-like exclamations, very kindly lent the General his horse, in order that he might keep up with the chariot, whilst he himself followed with the General's tilbury. Away they went, helter-skelter, with the General close at their heels, until they entered Hyde-park at the Kensington-gate, when they put their horses into a full gallop; and the General, not choosing to exhibit himself chariot-hunting through the park, gave up the chace, and they were soon out of sight. He afterwards ascertained that the lady was a Mrs. Stopford, living "under the protection" of somebody or other, in Curzon-street. Having ascertained this, the boys were easily discovered; and they were brought before Mr. Minshull, who held them both to bail for their appearance at the Sessions.

Herald.

IMPROMPTU,

ON MISS TREE'S PERFORMANCE OF THE "PAUE," IN "TWELFTH

NIGHT."

ALL own thee, Tree, whilst pleased they look,

The sweetest page of Shakspeare's book.

Post.