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had got within a few miles of their journey's end, they stopped, at a public inn, to plume their hearse, and put their trappings in order, for they had such stormy and tempestuous weather,the three

been able to exhibit one feather to public view.

expansion of her intellectual powers at each new author she consulted. The productions of our modern press soon presented an amusing pastime the indications of human character now no more became a subject of curious spec-preceding days, that they had not ulation: the page of history rivetted her attention; and, multiplying the sources of research, strewed before her eyes the varied flowers of endless acquirement. Of poetry too she became enamoured; but without the melancholy madness of inspiration. Few were her associates, because few there were who had habits like her own. In

ward she turned her thoughts, and without acquiring the stiff formal, ity of pedantic rule, she enriched her understanding with literary embelishments culled from the rich fields of genius.

(To be Continued.).

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The landlord of the house, being a jocose, merry fellow, and formerly a companion to the deceased, would insist upon the company's taking part of a large bowl of punch at his expence, after the reckoning was paid. While this was preparing, the driver of the hearse, (contrary to the rest of his brethren) told his master he did not like punch, and, if he pleased he would be going gently on, till such time as they should overtake him. He had got not above half a mile from the place, before. he came to a small rivulet, which,. by the heavy rains that had lately

GEORGE LUDLUM, TAKE. fallen, bad overflowed its banks, &

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laid the roads, for several hundred yards, under water and being a stranger in that country, he got a little out of the common track; sò. that when he was at the opposite

In the year 1759 an uncommon affair happened. An old gentle-shore, he found he had a rugged, man, pursuant to his will, was car-deep and dangerous rock to climb. ried to a country village, in the west of England, to be interred with his ancestors; and four servants in a mourning coach, besides the undertaker and six of his men were ordered, by the executors, to attend the corpse, agreeably to the will of the deceased. When they

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However he performed it, though not without great difficulty; for by the sudden jolts, the coffin had unloosed itself, and, by tossing to and fro, had forced open the door of the hearse, and in rising the bank, fell topsey-turvey, into the water,and,down the stream it went

for several yards. The driver not perceiving any thing, amiss, and, the door closing again, he kept jogging on. He was soon after joined by the rest of the mournful tribe, and, a great number of his honor's tenants, who accompanied him to the church yard gate, where the whole parish was assembled, to form the funeral train, and to sing a requium, for his departed soul. All this while, nobo dy perceived the corpse was left behind, therefore every thing was conducted, with great order and decency, and, not a head was seen without a streamer, The bearers being ready, and the mourners placed, the undertaker ordered the corpse to be unhearsed; but no corpse was there. All were struck with wonder and amazement.— The undertaker stood aghast the driver enfeebled, and unable to support himself:--the porters appeared like so many statues, motionless and dumb. In this dilemma, they continued for some time. They well knew it was safe the preceding night, and how to account for its being gone no one could conceive. After a long

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fusion, than he mounts his steed, and away he buries back, seized upon the landlord, and drags him before a magistrate, who, upon the oath of the undertaker, commits him to prison. This very soon alarmed the neighbourhood, and every body was in deep concern for the landlord; for he always bore the best character of any publican in that part of the west, and was remarkable for selling the best ale, and the most measure of any of the brother landlords. In the morning the waters being somewhat abated, they begen to run clear, so that the nails of the coffin were

seen to glisten, which an old woman, (who was crossing the bridge below) observing, imagined them to be the scales of some enormoits sized fish, that had come up the flood, and was so entangled amongst the weeds, as not to be able to make its escape. This she related to, some more old women she chanced to meet, one of whom said, it was a prediction of some great event; for just such a fish, as she described, was caught in the same river, the very same day that king Charles I. was behead

had a memorandum of it in writ

ing, which he found among his great grandmother's curiosities.

qause, one of the company recoled, and that the clerk of the parish lected, that the landlord of the inn where they stopped last, exercised the trade of a plumber, as well as that of keeping a public house :-The report of so surprising a and that nothing could be more propable than, that he had stolen the corpse for the sake of the lead. en coffin. This was no sooner ob. served to the undertaker, who was overwhelmed with shame and con

phenomenon, soon drew together a vast number of country people, who easily perceived the glitering in the water, but nobody was suf fered to go any nearer, till such time as the nets were fixed for

preventing its escape. Meanwhile a noted gamekeeper, who was an expert marksman, and lived hard by, was called in to their as sistape. This fellow was to load with a double quantity of powder, for (said some of them,) the fish that was caught here upwards of a hundred years before, a cannon ball would not pierce its skin. However, the keepers ball went with a greater velosity, than that of a cannon; his penetrated thro' the whole, whereas the cannon ball would not enter the skin. They then drew their nets over it, and brought it to the river side, when they plainly discovered it to be the coffin, which the landlord was imprisoned for stealing. This lucky discovery caused the undertaker to be recalled, the publican restored, the body entombed, and the people

sausfied.

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For the Lady's Miscellany. FROM SAMPSON'S MEMOIRS. THE IRISH EMIGRANT..

tyrant, and the tax-gatherer, his oppressor. Hunted by unrighteous. magistrates, and punished by unjust judges. The soldier devoured his substance, and laughed his complaints to scorn. He toiled the hopeless day, and at night lay down in weariness yet noble he was of heart, though his estate was low. ly. His cottage was open to the poor. He brake his children's bread, and ate of it sparingly, that the hungry might have share. He welcomed the benighted traveller, and rose with the stars of the morning, to put him on his way.

But his soul repined within him, and he sought relief in his change. He had heard of a land where the poor were in peace and the labourer thought worthy of his hire--where the blood of his fathers had purchased an asylum. He leads the aged parent whom love grappled to his heart. He bears his infants in his arms.-His wife followed his weary steps, they escape from the barbarous laws that would make their country their prison. They cross the trackless ocean-they descry the promised land; and hope brightens the prospect to his view; but happiness is not for him. The ruthless spirit of persecution pursues him through the waste of the ocean. Shall his foot never find rest, nor his heart repose? No! The prowl

Born in the country of affliction -his days were days of sorrow.—— He tilled the soil of his fathers, and was an alien in their land. He tasted not of the fruits which grew by the sweat of his brow. He feding bird of prey hovers on Columa foreign landlord, whose face he never saw, and a minister of the gospel, whose name he hardly knew—an unfeeling baliff was his

bia's coast. Wafted on eagle wings, the British pirate comes→→ ravishes the poor fugitive from the partner of his sorrows, and the

tender pledges of their love.See the haggard eyes of a father, to which nature denies a tear! a stupid monument of living death. He would interpose his feeble arm, but it is motionless-he, would bid adieu, but his voice refuses its office. The prop of his declining years torn remorselessly from before him, he stands like the blasted oak dead to hope & every earthly joy!!

viles them? beshrew his withered heart..

Oh Stewart! Oh West! children of genius-sons of Columbia! where are now your pencils! Will you profane the bounteous gifts of nature, in flattering the mighty and the great? and withold a nobler aid to the cause of the poor and the afflicted?

A DISCOURSE

Delivered at midnight; the preacher standing in the door of a gambling' room, in which were seated a number at play.

some

FRIENDS, your attention is, requested, whilst I read a few sentences from an old book, entitl ed Wisdom,noted for its goodness among all nations. Some sneered--some pouted-----swore, and all appeared vexed.the good Vicar of Wakefield, when he undertook to reform the prison, rushed into my mind. I expected that both my wig, and spectacles, would be kicked off. They be haved, however, with some decency; and I read, The fools pleasure costs him very dear.'Friends weather you are fools in

Was it not then enough, that this victim of oppression had left his native land to the rapacity of its invaders? Might,he not have been permitted to seek shelter in the gloom of the wilderness? No! the ruthless spirit of persecution is not yet stated with his sufferings, The torment of one element exhausted those of another, are now prepared for him. Enslaved to scornful masters, the authors of his misery, and forced to fight the battles of those his soul abhors.Death, that relieves the wretch, brings no relief to him, for he lived not for himself, but for those more dear to him than life. Not for himself does he feel the winters blas, but for those who are now unprotected, houseless and forlorn. Where shall his wife now wander, when maddened with despair?-empleying yourselves in such buWhere shall his father lay his wearied bones? Where shall his innocent babes find food, unless the ravens feed them? Oh hard and cruel men? Oh worse than Hellish fiends? may not the poor find pity? What's he that now re-dom-your characeers, and your

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siness, and at such an hour, I
leave to your own judgment. This
Your
I say it costs you dear.
sleep your health-the quiet and
happiness of your friends, and
families-your prayers—your wis-

money, are all at stake. You all expect to gain: you will all be disappointed. Unless you gain conviction by your folly, there is one way in which you may be gainers--for, the book says, that he is the greatest gainer, who gives over a vain hope. And again, A mighty hope is a mighty cheat, which the sooner a man gives up the better. And again, 'Hope is the pleasantest kind of deceit. Though you hope to win, you may be deceived.

But on condition, you gain a whole purse of money-what then! Only hear what a venerable father said more than a thousand years ago, upon the subject; 'I am not sorry that my son loses his money; but that he will have his revenge, and play on. Here you see the old gentleman, cared more for his son, than for his money. Wheth

er his son won, or lost, a little money which, at last, was trash he was indifferent: he felt, that his son was at stake, and the thoughts of losing

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shows what metal a man, is made of.' And again,' gaming hath the devil at the bottom;' and again, the devil goes shares in gaming.'And I tell you, that whatever your shares may be, the devil's will be the largest. In his night-book, on which he minutes gamblers' ac'counts, you may find written-deceipt--lying-foul language-passion, threatening unseasonable hours, the wounding of parents, wives, and friends' hearts-and many other general matters, which when footed, amount to a great sum. To which may be added.

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him, wounded his heart. And he is the landlord's bill, intemperance, not the only father, whose heart has bled for a gambling son.

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You plead that you are accustomed to this vice; if so, be a shamed that 'custom should make a slave of your reason and body too.' The ancients advise you, and their advice is good, to break the legs of this evil custom. They say farther with great truth "That the best throw upon the dice is to throw them away.' But if you will not reform, remember that,

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