her under sail with three lugs and a enemy's poop--watch the roll, and jib set, and the sheets trimm'd aft- be ready, my men !"_" Aye, aye, my eyes! how she'd smack through Sir :" and we clapped the grapes into the breeze, skimming the billow-tops the still, and pressed them down with like a flying fish as he dips to wet his cannister, ramming all home with a wings and refresh him in his flight! vengeance,

Rattle went a volley at Oh how sweetly she'd walk over the Joe again, but we matched 'em for it curling wave and climb the rolling in prime style ; we smoked their maswell. Why she could do any thing næuvres and powdered their wigs. Yes, but speak, and every one of the crew yes, our grape was squeezed into loved her as his own, and tended her Win de grave for a good many—it with the same affection that a fond damaged their upper works, and mother would her darling child. But knocked away their understandings. then what's the use of speechifying Well, d’ye see, by this time Joe had about it now ?--she's broke up by got to the main-top-mast head with this time, (though I'm glad I didn't the ensign under his arm, the hammer see it, for every stroke of the axe betwixt his teeth, and the nails in his would have gone to my heart;) and pocket ; so he shoves one through of the jovial lads that once manned the head of the flag, just below the her, some are cast like weatherbeaten toggle, and drives it into the mast shattered hulks adrift upon the Ocean above the cross-trees. Down he comes of Distress, exposed to the windy about half a dozen rattlins, and in storm and tempest, without a port in went another nail, and so on till he view or friendly barque to hail them descended to the main cap, where he in adversity. Ah, they think of the took a severe turn with the tack, and barge now, and on those times they hammered all fast. At this moment will never see again, when they were all hands at their quarters were castcalled the jolly coach horses' that ing one eye aloft, and the other at never flinched from their duty. Eve- their gun, like a crow peeping into a ry soul was first captain of a gun; pitcher, or a goose at a thunder-cloud. and our coxwain, Joe Snatchblock, “Huzza !" roared Joe, as he threw was one of the finest fellows in the out the fly of the ensign, which catchfleet, be the other where he would- ing the breeze, waved majestically gix foot two inches without his shoes above us, floating in grandeur, like -a heart like a prince and the spirits the Genius of Britain soaring on the of a lion-generous and brave. Why, wings of Victory. “Huzza !" shouted Lord love you, Mr. What's-your-name, Joe again, slueing his starn to the he was the very man as nailed the Dutchman, and slapping his hand in colours to the mast on board the an inexpressible attitude, while they Belly-quekes in Duncan's action. I returned the salute with a round of thinks I sees him now. Up went the musketry that, had he not been bomb helm, and away he bore down right proof, must have knocked him off his into the thick of it: slap comes a shot perch. “ Huzza !" responded the athwart the halliards, and down rattles main and quarter decks; the lowerthe ensign. “Hurrah !" shouted Myn- deck caught the soul-enlivening strain, heer in exultation. “Dunder de Blox- and three hearty cheers resounded am !” roared Joe from the gangway; from all hands. At it we went again, and shaking his fist at the enemy, like fighting-cocks, for, d'ye see, we “ Dunder de bloxam, but we'll give it expected some of the right sort in the you presently !" and then he ran aft, prizes-real right arnest Schiedam and rolling up the flag, tucked it un- Ginever. At it we went, while Joe

and skimmed aloft like a came sliding down the top-mast backsky-rocket, while the musket-balls stay like a cat. “Weel behaved, my came pouring round him in leaden mon, veel behaved ! (said the capshowers. “Grape and cannister to tain-he was a Scotchman, though the five aftmost guns, (cried the first his name was English.) Troth ye've Lieutenant ;) point them well at the the spirit of a Highlander. Bring the

der his arm,

warthy soul a glass o' grog; or may- your heart, what's the use of boasting hap you would like it pure and un- when the ladies are determined to contaminated." Joe preferred the have their own way, why, d'ye see, stuff stark naked with the jacket off, she fouglat for it too; and as for and standing on the break of the rating, why she'd rate him all day poop, be held it up to mortify the long, till at last poor Joe gave in; Dutchman ; but fearing an envious and it was found one morning that he shot might crack the heart of his dar. had died in his birth, without a friend. ling, he turned his back by way of ly hand to close his sky-lights. I can protection, and stowed it away in his remeniber him when he used to sit in spirit-room in an instant. Well

, d'ye the box abaft the skipper, smiling and see, we lay close alongside, locked happy as long as he could see every yard-arm and yard-arm, and hammer- one else so. After he left the Bellyed away round and grape, great guns quekes, he was Coxswain to Tommy and small arms, till Mynheer Van Scat. P-, when he commanded the Le terbrauckens dropped the tackle-falls, Juste, and was a great favourite with mounted their pipes, and thrusting his captain. One 4th of June (that's their hands into the breeches pockets the King's birth-day-good old George of their small-clothes, showed they that's dead and gone,) all the senior had surrendered. Ah, Duncan was officers of the fleet went ashore from the boy! He was none of your but-Spithead, rigged out in full uniform, terfly gentry-only fit for a summer's to pay their respects to the comcruise. He out-Witt-ed the whole of mander-in-chief. The tide was' ebb'em, conquered Winter, and hoisted ing strong out of Portsmouth harbour, his ensign as the flag of Liberty. and many of the boats landed their Mayhap, Mr. What's-your-name, you captains upon South Sea Beach. Capt. never saw him, with his open manly P- was one of the number; and he countenance, expressive of true cour- and Joe made sail for the admiral's age and benevolence, and his curling house, through the arched gateway locks flowing gracefully over his head; under the ramparts. Well, just as

they hauled their wind round the A furious lion in battle-50 let bim; But, duty appeased, in mercy a lamb.

corner by the Marine Barracks, an

immense monster of a drayman, with Yes, he'd a heart that could feel

a sack of wet grains on his shoulder, for another : and there's not a Tar in run designedly right aboard of the Greenwich moorings but reverences Captain, and plastered his gold laced his name, for he was their father and coat with sanctum smearem. This was their friend : but he's gone as the abominably provoking ; so Tommy chaplain used to tell us,) he's gone hove too, and remonstrated with the the way of all flesh, and poor Joe, fellow on his brutality, but he only too, has lost the number of his mess. answered with a volley of curses and He was made a Boatswain before his abuse. Up comes Joe, like a first death, and then he got married ; for rate with a free sheet, lightens the he said a Boatswain's warrant wan't gemman of his cargo, and capsizes worth a" rush without the parson's him without so much as by your splieed to the end on't, and no Boat- leave. Howsomever, up he roused swain could carry on duty without a again in a minute, and Joe stood all mate. But, somehow or other, it ready to strap a block with him; but, proved a misfortunate appointment; “hold, avast! (cried P-) the quarfor Mrs. Snatchblock, as soon as the rel's mine ; I want no man to fight commission was read, topp'd the officer for me. As for you, y' upmannerly over him, and wanted to be Master. scoundrel, I'll- ; but come along, “ No, no, (says he) Mrs. S., every come along;" and so he cotched hold man to his station, and the cook by of his arm, and some of the marines the main-sheet. I've fought for my the other, and took him into the barrating, and I'll keep it." But, bless rack-yard. A ring was formed, and

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when the fellow found 'twas in earn- lapp'd him on the nose, and that was est, he began to mumble excuses, a cooler (one of his eyes was already like a witch saying her prayers. “No, bunged up, so he drew off and gave no, (says Tommy) you insulted me in, after being soundly thrashed to his like a blackguard, and now you shall heart's content. The captain clapped have blackguard's play for it.” So on his rigging again, and bore up for he unbuckles his sword, and dowses one of the officer's births, where he his coat and hat, while the drayman got his forecastle swabb’d and his stripped ship to bare-poles. Joe gear refitted ; and then off he set claimed the honour of standing by again, with a comely black eye, to this officer, and took his station wait upon the admiral. The tale was second-him-heart-him, as they say told, and orders about to be issued in the classics; and a companion per- for a warrant to apprehend the man ; formed the same office for his oppo- but Captain P— (who considered he nent, who expected to make a mere had already received punishment plaything of the captain, and display- enough) requested that he might be ed his two enormous fists, like a left to his own painful roomynations couple of sixty-eight pounders : but and the cure of his bruises. But I he little thought who he had to deal have been spinning you a long yarn, with. The first round the skipper Mr. What's-your-name, and all about made him hop; for though the brewer nothing, for the barge's crew was what was by far the more powerful man, I meant to talk about. Ah! that's the and showed ribs like a seventy-four, subject nearest my heart; it connects yet Tommy possessed science, and all the remembrances of early life worked round him like a cooper and old friends. Howsomever, I shall round a cask, making his mash-tub see you again, and then you shall rattle again. Round after round fol- have all their histories from beginning lowed to the great amusement of the to end.

AN OLD SAILOR.* Royals, and the heady-fication of the

* At this dead time of the year, we take up our brewer, who began to get all in a lively “ Old Sailor” again with pleasure ; and we work, and couldn't give it vent. At dare hope that his Barge's Crew will be welcome to last, in the fourteenth round, Tommy after tbe classics, “ second-him heart-bim.”—Ed.

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commanded him, demanded of him what
hee was ? to whom he replyed, “I am the
constable, and this is my watch." " And
I pray you, sir, for whom watch you?"
saith the man.

Marry (answered the
constable,) I watch for the king." “ For
the king ?" replyes he againę simply,

“then I beseech you, sir, that I may pass SOLD AT HIS SHOP IN IVIELANE NEXT THE quietly and peaceably bý you to my lodg. EXCHEQUER-OFFICE. 1630. Duodecimo, con ing, for I can bring you a certificate from taining 192 pages, besides title, index, and some of my neighbours who are now in preliminary matter, 22.

towne, that I am no such man. The following extracts are taken

A Young Heire. (14.) from the first edition.

A young heire not yet come to age, but

desirous to bee suited with other gallants, of a Country Man and a Constable. (1.) and to bee furnisht with money and com.

A simple country-man hauing terme busi- manded his bond: hee granted it conditionness in London, and being somewhat late ally, that his father should not know of it

, abroad in the night, was staid by a constable, and somewhat harshly entreated. The Upon this promise all things were conclud


therefore wisht it to be done very privately. poore man obseruing how imperiously he ed, and the time came when he should

seale it. But when hee beganne to read in ter, being a gentleman, to kisse the Pope's the beginning of the bond nouerint vni. foote, I feare what part they will make me versi-Bee it knowne vnlo all men--he cast kisse, being but his serving man. away the bond, and absolutely refused to seale it, saying, “if it be knowne vnto all A young Master of Arts. (44.) men, how can it possibly bee, but it must

A young master of art the very next come to my father's ears 2"

day after the commencement, hauing his

course to common place in the chappeli, One trauelling to Rome. (22.)

where were diuers that the day before had A gentleman of England trauelling with took their degree, tooke his text out of the bis man to Rome, desirous to see all fash. eighth chapter of lob, the words were ions, but especially such rarities as were

these ; " We are but of yesterday, and there to be seene, was, by the mediation of know nothing." This text (saith he) doth some friends there resident, admitted into fitly diuide it selfe into two branches, our the Pope's presence ; to whom his holinesse standing, and our understanding ; offered his roote to kisse, which the gentle standing io these words, wee are but of man did with great submission and reue- yesterday, our vnderstanding, we know no

This his man seeing, and not be thing. fore acquainted with the like ceremony,

A Welch Reader. (116.) presently makes what speed he can to get out of the presence ; which some of the

A Welchman reading the chapter of the wayters espying, and suspecting his hast, genealogie, where Abraham begat Isaac, stayd him, and demanded the cause of his and Isaac begat Jacob, ere he came to the so suddaine speed; but the more they im. midst hee found the names so difficult, that portune him, the more he prest to be gone: he broke off in these words—"and so they but being further vrged, he made this short begat one another till they came to the end answer-truely, saith he, this is the cause

of the chapter." of my feare, that if they compell my mas





I saw the eye for ever clos'd,

Where filial love so brightly shone ;--
Each soothing smile in death repos'd,

And every gentle grace was gone.
I long'd her icy hand to kiss,

But shrunk in agony and fear :
To weep had then been almost bliss,

But, no-I could not shed a tear.

I cannot love yon gentle flow'r,

E'en though it looks so soft and fair : Its silvery hue recalls an hour

Which memory has not learn'd to bear. I hear them praise its beauteous form,

Its snowy vest, and drooping head; And feel that once it could adorn

The clay.cold breast of CATH'RINE dead.* Then Fancy pictures all the past,

The death-bed scene, the dying groan ; The face, where beauty fled so fast;

whose every beam was flown ; The placid smile; the marble brow,

Sbaded with dark and glossy hair ;
The lips, where life's last feeble glow

Had left the rose expiring there.
They deck'd with flowers the silent clay ;

With sweetest berbs the coffin drest ;
In her cold hand the jasmine lay,

The Lily wither'd on her breast.. I gaz'd upon my sister's face,

And trembling stood in fear and dread: Nothing of CATH'RINE could I trace

In that pale form, so still and dead.

Some flow'rs the lovely ruin grac'd,

What met my sight I cannot tell ;
I only saw the Lily plac'd

Where every virtue lov'd to dwell.

The eye,

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Ob monstrous--oh strange-we are haunted! the foot of which he was found sense-
Pray, masters, Ay—masters, belp!-Mid. Night's Dr. less next morning.
THERE is something good humor-
ed in Irish superstition-some-

King Finvar's* Cattle.
thing qui donne de la joie dans la Between this mountain and the
peur. We have no witches---none of river Shannon there is a small lake,
those ugly, ill favoured, earthly reali- concerning which a very extraordinary
ties, which brutalize and stupify the report was circulated a few years
minds of a portion of our own boors; back. Some people indeed may
but there is scarce a hill, a lough, á imagine it a little too improbable to
dingle, a fort, or an old ruin, which lend a very ready credence to it, but
does not call up within the peasant's I can assure them that its veracity
mind some wild and poetically fearful was not even questioned at the time

it took place. The lake or lough to Knuck Fierna.

which I allude is a very pretty one,

although it is disfigured on one side The hill of the fairies. This is the by a piece of ugly bog. On the East

, loftiest mountain in the county of Lim- it is overlooked by a hill which makes erick, and lifts its double peak on a very sụdden descent on its bank ; the Southern side, pretty accurately, but the slope is delightfully covered I believe, dividing it from Cork with mountain ash, birch, and hazel Numberless are the tales related of trees, so as to form a very pleasant this hill by the carmen who have been contrast to the dreary flat opposite. benighted near it on their return from At the northern end of the water, the latter city, which is the favourite among patches of rude crag, and o market for the produce of their dai- casional spots of green, a few thatched ries. That there is a Siobrug or fairy lovels or cabins are huddled together

, castle in the Mount, no one in his

so as to form a something indescribasenses presumes to entertain a doubt. bly miserable in appearance, which is On the summit of the highest peak is dignified with the appellation of a vil an unfathomable well, which is held lage: it is called 'Killimicat. Nor in very great veneration by the pea- very far from this, and on the borders santry. It is by some supposed to of the lake-But what are these stobe the entrance to the court of their ries worth if taken out of the mouth tiny mightinesses. A curious feHow of the original narrator? I shall give at one time had the hardihood to cast this to you as I had it myself:—"

You a stone down the orifice; and then sec that little meadow there overcasting himself on his face and hands, right us, Sir,-that was the little spot and Icaning over the brink, waited to that Morty Shannon took from the by the reverberation, which he doubt then, and very well to do there, as, I

Morty was a snug sculog ed not would soon be occasioned by hear'; but a stronger man than be the missile reaching the bottom. Burt

was could not stand any thing of a he met with a fate scarcely less tragi- loss in such times as they were

: ral than that of poor Pug, who set Morty wondered what was it that fire to the match of a cannon, and used to spoil the growth of his meadow. then must needs run to the mouth to There was no sigu of trespass from see the shot go off. Our speculator the neighbours, for the bounds were with a force that broke the bridge of celled. But so it was : sorrow bit of had his messenger returned to him good, and their cattle were all sparr his nose, locked up both his eyes, grass did he ever cut on the field for and sent him down the hill at the rate of four furlongs per second, at

* A fanous fairy monarch.

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