On-fearfully on !-the warm blood froze,
As the shriek of undying thirst arose-

An instant-she passed! and the trough of the sea
Received the trim form of the gallant Kazie.
Another-and like the fleet swallow that flings
On the blue summer heaven his rapturous wings,
The gallant Kazie to the waters leant,
And sprang on her course like a shaft well sent.
The mariners still, with a trembling lip,
Tell the stirring tale of the fated ship;
Yet still do they venture abroad on the sea,
And tread the trim decks of the gallant Kazie.

CHARLES KEMBLE,

The younger brother of the celebrated John Kemble was born at Brecknock, in Wales, on the 25th of November, 1775, and was the son of Mr. Roger Kemble, the manager of a provincial company of comedians. His sister, Mrs. Siddons, was also born in the same town.

At the age of thirteen, Charles was placed by his brother John, at the college of Douay, in Flanders, where he remained three years. On his return to London, he was appointed to a clerkship in the post-office; but the duties of this situation being irksome, and the salary inconsiderable, he became disgusted with it and resolved not to

"Tie

His every thought down to the desk, and spend
The morning of his life in adding figures,
With accurate monotony."

The splendid success of his brother and sister, incited him to attempt the profession of the stage; and, with little previous preparation, he commenced his theatrical career, in 1792, at Sheffield, as Orlando, in "As You Like It," in which he was received with great applause. He afterwards appeared at Edinburgh and Newcastle, when, from the success he had met with, he resolved to try his fortune in London, and made his first appearance before a metropolitan audience as Malcolm, in "Macbeth." He soon rose to characters of more consequence; but

his personification of Alonzo," in "Pizarro, first established his professional reputation. He afterwards appeared at the Haymarket, where, in 1800, he produced a play translated from the French, called "The Point of Honor," which was well received, and is still occasionally performed. In 1803, he appeared at Covent Garden Theatre, when his brother was manager; here he had a wider field for the display of his talents, and he has since continued at the same house, sustaining a variety of characters in the highest walks of the drama. In characters, displaying the tender passion, like Romeo, he excels beyond any other actor of the present day; but in Hamlet, Macbeth, and the first rank of tragedy, he is far excelled both by Young and Macready.

Besides "The Point of Honor," Mr. C. Kemble has produced "The Wanderer, or Rights of Hospitality," translated from the German of Kotzebue; "Plot and Counterplot, or the Portrait of Cervantes," a farce, from the French of Mons. Dieulafoy; "Kamschatka, or the Slave's Tribute," a drama, from the German of Kotzebue; "The Child of Chance,” a farce; and the "Brazen Bust," a melodrama, from the French. None of these have been very successful, and the last four were consigned to oblivion on the third or fourth nights of performance.

THE COOKS' ADVERTISEMENT.

BY DR. KITCHENER.

Fat Moll, the cook, who had a certain spice
Of humor in her, even though out of place,
By advertising gave the town advice

That she was willing to renew her race,

And roast, and boil, and bake, and stew, and sweat and pant,
For any regular PLAIN FAMILY in want.

Now Mistress Mugg, whose features, grim and droll,
Were imaged in her children and her spouse,

To take her place invited monstrous Moll;

Who cried, while wond'ring at the ill-looked house,

"For ordinary or plain, I'd toil, 'tis true,

But, curse me, if I'll cook for such an ugly crew!

THE SOLDIER IN SPITE OF HIMSELF.

FROM THE GERMAN OF ZSCHOKKE.

When I awoke on the 6th of October, 1806, which is the anniversary of my birth, I was seized with a cold shivering. "In another year," I said to myself." you will be forty."

At nineteen, a man wishes impatiently that he had reached twenty; at twenty-nine, he is less anxious about the return of his birth-day; but at forty! what man can think of it without dismay, and particularly if he is not yet married. This was precisely my position; I was nearly forty, unmarried, and without present means or future views, excepting such as were presented to be by my being a candidate in theology. What availed me the years I had spent in study, or the education by which I had labored to profit? I had neither parents, friends, nor patrons. I gained a scanty subsistence by giving lessons, and in my leisure moments I was an au, thor; that is to say, I wrote for the newspapers and magazines-and every body knows how badly they pay.

I confess that I was generally esteemed: people said that I was an honest man; but here their good offices stopped, and nobody asked me to dinner. The sweet illusions of my my youth had disappeared. Other persons, who were inferior to me in acquirements, had outstripped me in the world, and, by the interest and help of their friends, were establish. ed. Folks pitied me, and I would rather they should have hated me and my good, kind Charlotte! whose constancy to me seemed to have doomed her charms to fade away in single blessedness! this thought brought tears into my eyes: [ sobbed and wept like a child, as I exclaimed, "Oh that my father had made me a cobbler!"

Charlotte had been my betrothed for nine years. Gentle and beautiful as she was, she was alone in the world, and as poor as I she had no hope but in me. Her father was an

aulic counsellor, who died suddenly on receiving the news of a bankruptcy, by which he lost all his fortune. Her mother lived in a little town on the frontiers of Bohemia, and was too poor to keep her daughter. Charlotte was reduced to become companion, or, to speak more plainly, lady's maid, in a rich family at Berlin; and all that she could spare from her earn

ings was devoted to the support of her mother. Notwithstanding the cheerfulness of my disposition I should have given way to despair, but for the consolations of Charlotte.

These reflections, which I made while I was dressing, were interrupted by the postman, who brought me a letter, which cost me nine-pence, a large sum to a man whose purse is nearly empty. "Shall I open it now, or to-morrow?" I said, "if it is bad news, arriving on my birth-day, it will be a presage of the year which is to come." When one is poor, one is always superstitious; I tossed up, and fate decided that I was not to open my letter: but curiosity whispered me to defy augury. I took courage-broke the seal; I read it, re-read it, to be sure-and tears of joy and gratitude rushed into my eyes. It was from my only protector, a merchant of Frankfort on the Maine, to whom I had been tutor. He had procured me a small living in the estates of a count, which would yield me 100 florins a year, a house and garden; and, if I should have the good fortune to please the count, the prospect of becoming his son's tutor, with a reasonable salary. finished dressing, and ran with my letter to my only friend, whom, happily, I found alone.

She saw that some extraordinary event must have happened, to have changed the sobriety which usually characterised my deportment. With hesitating and faltering accents, I explained to her the good fortune that had befallen me, and, reminding her of the fidelity with which we had kept to our vows in poverty, asked her if she was prepared to share with me my altered fortunes. Never before had she appeared so beautiful as when the expressions of joy, which my news excited, mantled in her features. She read the letter again and again, thanked heaven devoutly for the prospect of happiness which opened before us, and in a few minutes we had arranged that she should tender her resignation, that I should give up my pupils, and that the banns of marriage should forthwith be published.

The interim was to be employed in my visit to Magdeburg, which admitted of no delay; and, a friend having offered to lend me a small carriage, I prepared to set out. The circum

stances of the times were somewhat critical; for the alarm of war was spread every where. Our monarch, at the head of his army, was in Thuringia, opposing the invincible Napo