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please, Don Julian," interrupted the Cardinal. "Follow me, you must; who can tell what may happen at Rome? The Pope is old, you know. But do not tease me about preferment. A public man has duties of a description which those in the lower ranks of life cannot either weigh or comprehend. I confess I am under obligations to you, and feel quite disposed to reward your services; yet I must not have my creditors knocking every day at my door: you understand, Don Julian. In a week we set out for Rome."

With such a strong tide of good fortune as had hitherto buoyed up Don Julian's pupil, the reader cannot be surprised to find him, in a short time, wearing the papal crown, He was now arrived at the highest place of honour on earth; but in the bustle of the election and subsequent coronation, the man to whose wonderful science he owed this rapid ascent, had completely slipped off his memory. Fatigued with the exhibition of himself through the streets of Rome, which he had been obliged to make in a solemn procession, the new Pope sat alone in one of the chambers of the Vatican. It was early in the night. By the light of two wax tapers which scarcely illuminated the farthest end of the grand saloon, his Holiness was enjoying that reverie of mixed pain and pleasure which follows the complete attainment of ardent wishes, when Don Julian advanced in visible perturbation, conscious of the intrusion on which he ventured. "Holy Father!" exclaimed the old man, and cast himself at his pupil's feet: "Holy Father, in pity to these grey hairs do not consign an old servant-might I not say an old friend ?-to utter neglect and forgetfulness. My son-" "By Saint Peter!" ejaculated his Holiness, rising from the chair, "your insolence shall be checked-You my friend! A magician the friend of Heaven's vicegerent!-Away, wretched man! When

I pretended to learn of thee, it was only to sound the abyss of crime into which thou hadst plunged; I did it with a view of bringing thee to condign punishment. Yet, in compassion to thy age, I will not make an example of thee, provided thou avoidest my eyes. Hide thy crime and shame where thou canst. This moment thou must quit the palace, or the next closes the gates of the Inquisition upon thee."

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Trembling, and his wrinkled face bedewed with tears, Don Julian begged to be allowed but one word more. "I am very poor, Holy Father," said he: trusting to your patronage I relinquished my all, and have not left wherewith to pay my journey.-" Away, I say," answered the Pope; "if my excessive bounty has made you neglect your patrimony, 1 will no farther encourage your waste and improvidence. Poverty is but a slight punishment for your crimes."-"But, Father," rejoined Don Julian, "my wants are instant; I am hungry: give me but a trifle to procure a supper to-night. To-morrow I shall beg my way out of Rome.". "Heaven forbid," said the Pope, "that I should be guilty of feeding the ally of the Prince of Darkness. Away, away from my presence, or I instantly call for the guard."-"Well then,” replied Don Julian, rising from the ground, and looking on the Pope with a boldness which began to throw his Holiness into a paroxysm of rage, "if I am to starve at Rome, I had better return to the supper which I ordered at Toledo." Thus saying, he rang a gold bell which stood on a table next to the Pope.

The door opened without delay, and the Moorish servant came in. The Pope looked round, and found himself in the subterraneous study under the Tagus. "Desire the cook," said Don Julian to the maid, "to put but one partridge to roast; for I will not throw away the other on the Dean of Santiago."

The supernatural machinery employed in the preceding tale, or the supposition that by some means unknown the human mind may be subjected to a complete delusion, during which it exists in a world of its own creation, perfectly independent of time and space, has a strong hold on what might be called man's natural prejudices. Far from there being any thing revolting or palpably absurd in such an admission, the obscurity itself of the nature of time and space, and the phenomena of the dreaming and delirious mind, are ready to give it a colouring of truth. The success, indeed, of the tales which have been composed upon that basis, proves how readily men of all ages and nations have acknowledged, what might be called, its poetical truth.

Original Anecdotes, Literary News, Chit Chat, Incidents, &c.

ISLAND OF TRISTAN DA CUNHA.

2.

"This is my writing after I had taken six lessons from Mr. Crowquill." Thus we may observe, that by improving in writing, pupils also improve in spelling by the same process of instruction.

Etymology." Why are doctors called physicians, mamma?” said a little inquisitive girl to her mother, who had just been visited by one of these. "Physician, (replied Mamma, who was seldom at a loss for an answer) comes from fee-seek, as the doctors ride about all day to seek fees."

Pun.-A visitor to Surgeons' Hall lately remarked, when shown a number of dwarfs, monsters, &c. preserved in alcohol and other preparations, "Well, I never thought that the dead could be seen in such animal spirits.”

The Painter.-A troublesome sitter to

A New Colony.-It has been discovered, that the island of Tristan da Cunha, which lies in south lat. 87. 6. west long. 11. 44. and which was never known to have been peopled before the year 1816, has now upon it, living in great happiness, twenty-two men and three women. The Berwick, Captain Jeffery, from London to Van Diemen's Land, sent her boat ashore on the 25th of March, 1823. The sailors were surprised at finding an Englishman of the name of Glass, formerly a corporal in the artillery, and the rest of the abovementioned population. Glass gave so favourable an account of the island, which is only nine miles in diameter, that it may be of importance to vessels, on their passage to Van Diemen's Land, to touch there they will be sure of a most favourable reception. There are on the island great plenty of pigs, goats, potatoes, cabbages, &c. abundance of fish, and excellent water. This little colony had at the time upwards of 30 tons of potatoes to dispose of. The island is very fertile, in fact, in every thing desirable to settlers; and Glass declared, that if they had but a few women more, the place would be an Epitaph. In a Sussex church-yard earthly paradise. He is a sort of Governor at Tristan da Cunha, by the ap-ed by a disconsolate widower: "Here appears the following Epitaph, inscribpointment of the rest, on account of his lies the body of Sarah, wife of John military character; and he trades in a who died 24th March, 1823, aged small schooner to the Cape of Good forty-two years. Hope, with the oil of the sea-elephant and the skins of the seal, which they catch in great abundance. There is a mountain upon the island, 8500 feet in height: the crew of the Berwick saw it at the distance of 50 miles. They intended to take on board part of the product of the island, but were obliged to make sail, as the breeze became very fresh.

PUNS BY A PROFESSOR.

Improvement. In the window of a writing-master who professes to teach an elegant hand in six lessons, are presented specimens of his pupil's improve ment; 1st, in their original scrawl, and, 2dly, in their amended manuscript. One of these examples runs thus:

1. "This is my writting when I come to take lessings of Mr. Crowquill."

an eminent portrait painter, puzzled himself and plagued the artist in determining whether he should be painted on pannel or canvas. "But how would you have me drawn ?" he at last asked the irritated man of talent. On wood, Sir, (roared the latter;) such a fellow as you ought to be drawn on nothing but a hurdle.'

"The Lord giveth, and the Lord TAKETH AWAY; blessed be the name of the Lord!"

HORRIBLE FANATICISM IN 1824. patched round the country, intimated that For several days written notices desa

miracle was to have been wrought, on Friday, by the Rev. John Carroll, Roman Catholic curate of Ballymore. On that day he visited Henry Neale, of Killinick, who was lying dangerously ill of apoplexy. He said the man was troubled with devils he jumped on him several times, and cried out to the people to keep him in of the evil spirits. Such was the effect of prayer, in order to dispossess the sick man his operations upon Peggy Danby, that she fell to the ground in hysterics; upon which Mr. Carroll jumped off Neale's body, and

seized the woman in a violent manner, al

leging that she was full of devils, at the

same time calling on Jesus to assist him in expelling them. He trampled on the unfor

tunate woman, broke several of her ribs, and left her for dead, and then observed he would go and bury the devils he had secured. The blood was gurgling in the woman's throat, and some of the superstitious wretches who were looking on, exclaimed that they "saw the devils come out of her mouth!" The priest proceeded to the bridge of Assailly, and on his return said " he had buried the reptiles of hell!" He then went to the house of Robert Moran and struck his wife so repeatedly that when he left her she was scarcely able to speak, and her head was swelled to a shocking degree. The next house he visited was that of Thomas Sinnot, nailor (accompanied all this time by at least fifty persons.) The devil-killer asked the servant for her mistress, who told him that she was not at home, but that she would go for her. Mrs. Moran appeared. He asked her for some refresh ment. At this time a child (a fine little girl between three and four years of age) then in bed, began to cry; he consulted his Breviary, and immediately affirmed that there was a devil in the child. Pursuing the same course which he did with Neale, he jumped into the bed, and on the body of the infant! The father of the little infant entered at the time-the child piteously cried out, "Oh save me! save me!" which he was proceeding to do, but some of the miserable fanatics present actually held him back! It may be asked who was holding the mother of the child? No one-she was as free as any of the spectators, and like them had a full conviction that her child was, as the Priest had stated, "possessed" and that he was performing a miracle to drive out the evil Spirit! Nay, the infatuated mother was not only without restraint as to any relief she might have been inclined to have afforded her infant, but actually assisted the priest in the performance of this horrible work! He ordered her to get a tub of water and some salt; these she instantly procured. The innocent sufferer lay bleeding and insensible in bed; he poured the contents of the tub upon her; and as the water mingled with the stream of life, he cried out with enthusiasm to those around him, "Behold a miracle! I have turned the water into blood:" He then turnthe tub upon his victim-the edge of it coming upon the child's neck, mercifully completed the tragedy, by putting an end to its sufferings! Having desired the parents of the child not to allow any one to come into the room nor to touch the child till his return, he departed to Wexford. His directions were religiously obeyed and the besotted parents anxiously awaited his arrival. Next day (Saturday) the Priest's eldest sister called at Sinnot's, and told them to be contented, that their child would be quite well on her brother's return!

Dr. Devereaux, who attended Mr. Carrol for the last three years, visited him a few hours previously to the occurrence in question, and considered him insane. The next evening he found him in a high state of

insanity. No individual can for a moment entertain a doubt that Mr. Carroll acted throughout under the influence of insanity. Surprise, of course, vanishes as respects his conduct; but how shall we designate that of the spectators who surrounded him, some of whom lent their aid to the furtherance of his designs, and all of whom full of that reverential awe with which the Roman Catholic peasant looks upon a clergyman of his communion, placed implicit faith in the propriety and efficacy of the wild and dreadful proceedings of the unhappy maniac! Who would have thought that such fanaticism existed in any port in this kingdom?

An inquest was held on the body of the unfortunate innocent, when the above horrible particulars were fully proved by the father of the child, and other witnesses, in consequence of which the Jury came to the following verdict: We agree, that the child, Catherine Sinnot, deceased, came by her death in consequence of the violence she received from the Rev. John Carroll, as adduced by the evidence. Signed for self and fellow jurors.

"RICHARD SYLVESTER, Foreman."

DIED,

In London, Mr. LUKE WHITE.—Mr. White rose by slow degrees, from being the poorest, to be the richest man in Ireland.In 1778, Mr. Warren, of Belfast, kept one of the most respectable and extensive bookshops in Ireland. His circulating library was, perhaps, at that time, the largest in the kingdom. Luke White was then an itinerant bookseller, with a small bag, and still smaller capital. He called on Mr. Warren in the course of business, and purchased from him some of his cast-off novels, and broken sets, as well as a few ballads and penny pamphlets. He displayed, in his dealings with Mr. Warren, the greatest honesty and punctuality, and was, on more than one occasion, credited by him to the amount of two or three pounds! We have not been able to trace out where he lodged; but we suppose it must have been in no very respectable domicile, as he found it safe and desirable to deposit his bag, "his all," nightly, in Mr. W's shop; and, next morning, when the clerks opened the concern, he resumed his burden and his toilsome oc

cupation. To think that behind Mr. Warren's counter should have been deposited, in a greasy linen bag, the property of a ragged pedlar, the very beginning of such wealth as Mr. White lately bequeathed!The lean-visaged philosopher, "with spectacles on nose," and a world of anxious doubt and care reposing in every furrow of his wrinkled brow, peeps, with a palpitating heart, in his crucible, to see whether his chemical discoveries and experiments have produced that long sought-for substance, whose touch turns to gold; but not more anxionsly, we are sure, than did Luke White con over the bundles of Chevy Chace, and the Fair Matilda, which Mr. Warren's shopmen supplied him with-the

paltry profits from which, were to be in-
At this
creased to two millions sterling!
time Mr. Robert Hodgson, father to the
highly respectable Mr. J. Hodgson, book-
seller, of this town, lived in North-street.-
Luke White was in the habit of calling on
him, to get some of his workmen to patch
up the broken binding of the second-hand
purchase. To erase from the title-page
the word "vol,"- -to scrape out the same
at the end of the book-to mend its crazy
joints-to polish up its worn-out sides-to
yellow its edges, and to make it pass upon
the less learned, in those matters, as a
complete work, "little used," is a portion
of duty well known to the speculators in
library rubbish. We are to suppose that
Mr. White, with the aid of the bookbinder,
was not behind others in his trade. The
best and usual mode adapted to getting off
works of this description is, by auction.
There is then no time to examine into the
merits of what is put up, or to collate over
its signatures; "going, going," and as the
auctioneer tells his auditory, that the like
advantage will never occur again, the ga-
ping multitude "taking the ball on the first
hop," and the book goes off at a good value.
Mr. White was also aufail at this branch of
his business; and was in the practice of
selling by auction his pamphlets and im-
perfect volumes, in the public streets of
Belfast. On these occasions, he used to
borrow a three-legged stool from Mr Hodg-
son, to elevate himself above his literary
congregation; and, as if the smiling god-
dess, who led him through pleasant walks
tó a bank of wealth, had determined to flirt
with her own freaks, she changed the three
legs of the stool, in the common street, to
three seats in the Commons' House! His
future history is well known. The knowl-
edge he thus acquired of public sales, pro-
cured him the situation of clerk to an auc-
tioneer, in Dublin. He opened a small
book-shop, became eminent in that line,
sold lottery tickets, and speculated in the
funds. By stock-jobbing and contracting
for government loans he was enabled to
bequeath, at his death, 30,000l. a-year, and
100,000l. in money and securities. This
remained after the enormous sum of
200,000l. expended upon elections.

THE WASP.

Almost every person must have seen the establishment made under ground by the common wasp. It is a kind of subterraneous city, which at certain seasons of the year contains many thousands of inhabit. ants, and is constructed nearly with the same ingenuity and elegance as that of the domestic bee. Like it, it is internally form ed with combs consisting of a number of hexagonal cells, all enveloped under one common covering, like coarse paper which is constructed with great art. In this particular they excel the common bee, which contents itself with the cover afforded by the hive, or with the trunk of a rotten tree, in their wild state. Though the wasps generally make choice of some large hole under

ground for the construction of their nest, they have nevertheless much labour to undergo in removing protuberances, and carrying away earth till it is brought to that spherical figure which suits their purposes. This work completed, they next construct that paper-like covering with which the whole hive is lined. The combs in which the cells are lodged next claim their attention. These are ranged horizontally in different stories, sometimes twelve or fifteen above each other, all supported by colonades, between which the whole citizens of this subterraneous commonwealth are seen to walk, like men in the streets of a town.

The cells of the wasps are not constructed with that geometrical skill which has been so often admired in those of the bee; but they are not on that account the less adapted to the purposes they are destined Each comb has only a single to serve. range of cells, with their mouths opening below. They are intended, not for the reception of honey, but for the habitation of the young, which are fed twice or thrice a day, by the morsels carried in by their parents. For the more commodious reception of their food, each of the larvæ has its head turned downwards, opposite the mouth of its cell, ready to receive its meal when offered. There are, however, many varieties in the construction of wasp-hives, all suited to the views of the different species who inhabit them. Some have only a single row of cells, placed vertically, like those of the bee, and the mouths facing the sun. The reason of this variety seems to be, that some kinds require the heat of the sun to hatch their eggs; an advantage which could not be obtained were there more rows of cells, or were they placed in a different

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ROBERT BURNS AND LORD BYRON.

HAVE seen Robert Burns laid in his grave, and I have seen George Gordon Byron borne to his; of both I wish to speak, and my words shall be spoken with honesty and freedom. They were great though not equal heirs of fame; the fortunes of their birth were widely dissimilar; yet in their passions and in their genius they approached to a closer resemblance; their careers were short and glorious, and they both perished in the sum mer of life, and in all the splendour of a reputation more likely to increase than diminish. One was a peasant, and the other was a peer; but Nature is a great leveller, and makes amends for the injuries of fortune by the richness of her benefactions; the genius of Burns raised him to a level with the nobles of the land; by nature if not by birth, he was the peer of Byron. I knew one, and I have seen both; I have hearkened to words from their lips, and admired the labours of their pens, and I am now, and likely to remain, under the influence of their magic songs. They rose by the force of their genius, and they fell by the strength of their passions; one wrote from a love, and the other from a scorn, of mankind; and they both sang of the emotions of their own hearts with a vehemence and an originality which few have equalled, and none surely have surpassed. But it is less my wish to draw the characters of those extraordinary men than to write what I remember of them; and I will say nothing that I know not to be true, and little but what I saw myself.

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ATHENEUM VOL. 2. 2d series.

The first time I ever saw Burns was in Nithsdale. I was then a child, but his looks and his voice cannot well be forgotten; and while I write this I behold him as distinctly as I did when I stood at my father's knee, and heard the bard repeat his Tam O'Shanter. He was tall and of a manly make, his brow broad and high, and his voice varied with the character of his inimitable tale; yet through all its variations it was melody itself. He was of great personal strength, and proud too of displaying it; and I have seen him lift a load with ease, which few ordinary men would have willingly undertaken.

The first time I ever saw Byron was He in the House of Lords, soon after the publication of Childe Harold. stood up in his place on the opposition side, and made a speech on the subject of Catholic freedom. His voice was low, and I heard him but by fits, and when I say he was witty and sarcastic, I judge as much from the involuntary mirth of the benches as from what I heard with my own ears. His voice had not the full and manly melody of the voice of Burns; nor had he equal vigour of frame, nor the same open expanse of forehead. But his face was finely formed, and was impressed with a more delicate vigour than that of the peasant poet. He had a singular conformation of ear, the lower lobe, instead of being pendulous, grew down and united itself to the cheek and resembled no other ear I ever saw, save that of the Duke of Wellington. His bust by Thorvaldson is feeble and mean; the

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