ginations. Vroucolaca! Vroucolaca! echoed through the cloisters and aisles. The poor corpse was impaled with swords in all directions, till a learned Albanian appeared and told the people they were all fools for using Christian swords, since the cross of the hilt had the effect of pinning the demon more firmly in the body, instead of expelling him, and that the only sword for the purpose was the straight Turkish scymetar. The people would not wait for the experiment, but, with one accord, determined on burning the body entire. This was accordingly done on the point of the island of St. George-and the people then defied the devil to find a niche in which to quarter himself, and made songs in celebration of their triumph.

Ricaut, in his history of the Greek Church, relates, on the authority of a Candiote Caloyer, a history of a young man of the island of Milos, excommunicated for a crime committed in the Morea, and who was interred in a remote and unconsecrated ground. The islanders were terrified every night by the horrid apparitions and disorders attributed to the corpse-which on opening the tomb was found, as usual, fresh and flowing with blood. The priests determined to dismember the corpse, and to boil it in wine-a profanation of the grape which, we suspect, the descendants of the priests of Lyæus would hardly in fact have executed, however they might urge the people to open their cellars for the pious occasion. The young man's relations begged for delay, in order to send to Constantinople for an absolution from the Patriarch. In the interim the corpse was placed in the church, and masses were said night and day for its repose. One day, as the Caloyer Sophronus was reading the service, a sudden crash was heard to issue from the bier-and on opening it, the body was found mouldered and decomposed, exactly like a corpse deceased for seven years. The messenger arrived with the absolution-and on enquiry it was found that the Patriarch's signature had been affixed at the precise moment when the dissolution of the corpse produced the report in the coffin !!!

The Vampyre, then, we take to be originally a creature of the superstition of the Greek church-a monster generated from the persuasion of the wonderful efficacies ascribed by the Greek priests to the excommunication of their bishops, and perhaps inheriting some of his horrid characteristics from some of the traditionary monsters of the ancient Greek mythology. The beautiful and bloody Lamiæ of Libya, of Suidas and Diodorus Siculus, who enticed children to devour them, and whom Horace (de arte Poetica, 340) most properly excludes from the legitimate dramatis personæ of a poet-as he would unquestibly have done the Vampyre, had he lived in his reign-resemble holes and Vampyres in their hominivorous propensities; and the hori vulture-beaked Strygis, whose wings,

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"Strigis infames, ipsis cum carnibus, alas," Ovid makes Medea cast into her cauldron, not only coines nearer to the blood-suckers of Greece and of Hungary, but became a wellknown demon of the middle ages, whom the Lombards and Germans frequently saw and burnt in the shape of suspected and mysterious males and females, among other sorcerers and means. A capiheth tulary of Charlemagne on this subject is very curic enacting that "if any person, deceived by the Devil, should believ fter the manner of the Pagans, that any man or woman was a Stryg- or Stryx, and was

given to eat men, and for this cause should burn such person, or should give such person's flesh to be eaten, or should eat such flesh, such man or woman should be capitally punished"-Capit. Car. Mag. pro part. Saxon. so that it appears from this law (penned with a precision which the members of St. Stephen's might sometimes emulate with advantage) that it was in those days the fashion not only to believe in men-eaters, but occasionally to visit them with the lex talionis, and to eat them in their turn.

ON KOSCIUSKO.

A SACRED grief sublime and bright
Descends o'er Kosciusko's bier:
It mourns not that his soul of light,
No more confined in mortal night,
Has sought its native sphere;
The hallowed tear that glistens there,
By purest loftiest feelings given,
Flows more from triumph than despair,
And falls like dew from heaven!

Thus oft around the setting sun

Soft showers attend his parting ray,
And sinking now his journey done,
His matchless course to evening run-
They weep his closing day.

Who hath not watch'd his light decline,
Till sad, yet holy feelings rise?
Although he sets again to shine,

More glorious, in more cloudless skies.

As proudly shone thy evening ray,
As in that contest bright and brief,
When patriots hail'd thy noontide day,
And own'd thee as their chief!
Thou wert the radiant morning-star,
Which bright to hapless Poland rose,
The leader of her patriot war,
The sharer of her woes!

What though no earthly triumphs grace
The spot where thou hast ta'en thy sleep;
Yet Glory points thy resting-place,

And thither Freedom turns to weep.
The pompous arch, the column's boast,
Though rich with all the sculptor's art,
Shall soon in time's dark sweep be lost;

But thou survivest in the heart,
And bright thy dwelling still shall be
Within the page of Liberty.

And o'er the turf where sleeps the brave
Such sweet and holy drops are shed-
Who would not fill a Patriot's grave,
To share them with the dead?
The laurel, and the oaken bough,
Above the meaner great may bloom,
And trophies due to Freedom's brow
May shade Oppression's tomb ;-
But Glory's smile hath shed on thee
The light of immortality!

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DINNER COMPANY TO LET.-. A CARD.

MESSRS. Clack and Caterer respectfully invite the attention of the dinner-giving department of the metropolis, to the following candid statement of facts.

It happens in London, every day, that gentlemen mount to sudden wealth by Spanish bonds, fluctuations of English stock, death of distant relations, and what not. When this event occurs, a carriage is bespoken, the ladies go to the Soho Bazaar, the father takes a house in Baker-street or Connaught-place, and the sons get blackballed at all the new clubs in the environs of the Haymarket. Yet still something is wanting. Like the Greek or Persian king (Messrs. Clack and Caterer will not be precise as to the nation) who pined to death in the midst of plenty, gentlemen thus jumping into high-life, from the abysses of Lower Thames-street and Saint Mary Axe, lament the lack of good dinner company. If they rely upon coffee-house society, their silver spoons are in jeopardy; and if they invite their own relations, they are ruined nobody will come twice to such society. An uncle with an unpowdered pigtail, who prates of pepper and pimento: an aunt in a brown silk gown, who drinks every body's health; a son from Stockwell, who is silent when he ought to talk, accompanied by a wife, who talks when she ought to be silent, compose a species of society which may do very well at Kensington or Camden-town, but which, Messrs. Clack and Caterer confidently predict, can never take root west of Temple-bar. The consequence is that gentlemen thus circumstanced must "cut" their own relations, or nobody else will "come again." Singers may be hired at so much a-head: every body knows, to an odd sixpence, the price of "Non nobis, Domine," "Hail, Star of Brunswick," Glorious Apollo," and "Scots wha ha." Good set speakers for charity dinners may also be obtained, by inquiry at the bar of the tavern. These latter go through the routine of duty with a vast deal of decorum. They call the attention of the company in a particular manner to the present charity, leaving a blank for its name. They ascribe half of its success to the worthy treasurer, and the other half to the noble chairman, whose health they conclude with proposing, with three times three and the accuracy of their ear enables them to cry “hip, hip, hip," nine times, interlarded at the third and sixth close with a hurrah! aided by a sharp yell which Messrs. Clack and Caterer have never been able to distinguish from the yelp of a trodden lapdog. this is very well in its way, and it is not the wish of the advertisers to disparage such doings. Far from it'; "live and let live" is their maxim. Many gentlemen by practice qualify themselves for public speakers; but good private-dinner company is still a desideratum.

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Impressed with this truth, Messrs. Clack and Caterer, at a considerable expense, have provided, at their manufactory in Leicester-square, a choice assortment of good diners out, of various prices, who, in clean white waistcoats, and at the shortest notice, will attend to enliven any dull géntleman's dull dinner-table. Messrs. Clack and Caterer are possessed of three silver-toned young barristers, who have their way to make in Lincoln's Inn. These gentlemen respectively and anxiously enquire after the health of any married lady's little Charlotte; ask when she last heard from Hastings; think they never saw curtains better hung in the whole course of their lives; tenderly caress the poodle that occupies the

hearth-rug; and should its front teeth meet in their forefinger, will, for an additional trifle, exclaim, "Pretty little fellow! I don't wonder he's such a favourite." Messrs. Clack and Caterer are also provided with two unbeneficed clergymen, who have guaranteed a short grace, and undertake not to eat of the second course. These gentlemen tell a choice collection of good jokes, with a rigid abstinence from Joe Miller. They have various common-places at hand, which they can throw in when conversation flags. The one of them remarks that London begins to look dull in September, and that Waterloo-place is a great improvement; and the other observes, that Elliston has much beautified Drury-lane, and that Kean's voice is apt to fail him in the fifth act. This kind of talk is not brilliant, but it wears well, and never provokes animosity.

Messrs. Clack and Caterer beg also to acquaint the nobility and gentry, that they have laid in a couple of quadrillers and three pair of parasites; who take children upon their knees in spite of tamarinds and Guava jelly; cut turbot into choice parallelograms; pat plain children on the head, and assure their mamma that their hair is not red but auburn; never meddle with the two long-necked bottles on the table; address half of their conversation to the lady of the house, and the other half to any deaf gentleman on their other side, who tilts his ear in the hollow of his hand. Should either of these personages be so far forgetful of his duty as to contradict a county member, introduce agricultural distress, or prove the cause of the present low prices; wonder what happened at Verona, or who wrote the Scotch novels; gentlemen are requested to write "bore" upon his back with a piece of chalk (which the butler had better be provided with), and then to return the offender to the advertisers, when the money will be paid back, deducting coachhire. Cheap goods rarely turn out well. Some dinner-giving gentlemen have hired diners out at an inferior price; and what was lately the consequence at a Baronet's in Portland-place ?-A Birmingham ar ticle of this sort entered the drawing-room with a hackney straw adhering to one stocking, and a pedicular ladder ascending the other. He drank twice of champagne; called for beer; had never heard that the opera opened without Angrisani; wondered why Miss Paton and Braham did not sing together (forgetting that all Great Russell-street and a part of the Piazza yawned between them); spilt red wine on the tablecloth, and tried to rectify the error by a smear of salt and Madeira; left the fish-cruets as bare as the pitchers of the Belides; and committed various other errors, which Messrs. Clack and Caterer scorn to enumerate. All this proceeds from not going to the best shops and paying accordingly.

Messrs. Clack and Caterer beg likewise to acquaint a liberal and candid public, that they have an unexceptionable assortment of threeday visitors, who go by the stage to villas from Saturday to Monday. These out-of-towners know all about Webb Hall and the drill-plough: take a hand at whist; never beat their host at billiards; have no objection to go to church; and are ready to look at improvements on being provided with thick shoes. If up hill, or through a copse of the party's own planting, a small additional sum will be required. For further particulars enquire at the warehouse in Leicester-square. If Messrs. Clack and Caterer give satisfaction, it is all they require; money is no object. Letters, post-paid, will be duly attended to.

ON MORELLI*.

He was the first that for fair Italy
Drew out his sword and shouted-Liberty !—
He was the last to sheath it-he did pray,
In young devotion that deserved its sway—
In tears and joyance he did pray to go
With his few plighted hands against the foe,
That he might stem them in the mountain pass,
And give his country one Leonidas!

They will'd it not, and the enchainers came
To spurn-to stab-not life, poor life-but name;
-They took his sword, and scorning still to fly
He turned and braved the spoiler eye to eye-
He stayed alone with tyranny-to die.
Leaning upon a rush-a king's-slave's oath―
That any breath might snap-convenience-sloth-
Its master's word or whisper, smile or frown-
A furbished sceptre or a new-gilt crown-
Leaning on this he fell-the true-the brave,
The trusting the betrayed-into his grave!

They chain'd him first upon their dungeon-floor,
And twice unseen the summer passed him o'er-
And then, in mocking leisure and cold mirth,
They spilt his fresh life on the peaceful earth.

Slave of the slaves, who, down into thy land
That once was freedom's record, the hot brand
Of searing shame have stamp'd!-0 recreant son
Of heroes Time doth pause to smile upon!—
Betrayer of thy children-cozening sire-
Cold-hearted perjurer and trembling liar!—
King thou art not-1 seek thy name-but this
Applied to thee the scouting world would hiss-
Whate'er thou art-whate'er thy title won,
Hearken-and take a freeman's malison!-
-May that young blood, exhaling first on high
In God's and man's indignant memory,
With its own nature, sign, and purpose red,
Become a fixed cloud above thy head,
And be a frown o'er all thy days, until

It bursts at last to deluge thee in ill!'

Ce jeune homme, Morelli, osait aspirer à une grande renommé. Il osa seul avec cent vingt cheveaux de son régiment commencer cette révolution qui donna pour peu de temps la liberté à sa patrie." * *

"Quand tout fût perdu, Morelli tacha de se retrancher dans les défiles de Monteforte, où la révolution avait éclaté. Mais le gouvernement avait déjà tout cédé à l'ennemi."

"Ce jeune sous-lieutenant fut le seul officier qui osa tenter par lui-même une résistance nationale quand les officiers supérieurs quittaient le pays de tout côté.”