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The engraving above is executed from a clay figure, modelled by a Swiss artist from the original. It was obligingly sent to the editor, for the present purpose, by the gentleman to whom it belongs. The model was presented to him by a friend, who, in answer to his inquiries on the subject, wrote him a letter, of which the following is an extract:

"The Terra Incognita you mention comes from Lucerne, in Switzerland, and is the model of a colossal work, cut in the solid rock, close to that city, on the grounds of general Pfyffer. It is from a design furnished by Thorwaldsen, which is shown close by. The 'L'envoi, as don Armado calls it, is as follows:-The Helvetian lion, even ir. death, protects the lilies of France. The monument was executed by the Swiss, in memory of their countrymen, VOL. I.-9

who were massacred, on the 10th of August, at the Tuilleries, in defending Louis XVI. from the sans culottes. The names of those who perished are engraved beneath the lion."

The particulars of the dreadful slaughter, wherein these helpless victims fell, while defending the palace and the person of the unfortunate monarch, are recorded in different works within the reach of every person who desires to be acquainted with the frightful details. About sixty who were not killed at the moment, were taken prisoners, and conducted to the town-hall of the commons of Paris, for summary trial: but the ferocicus females who mingled in the mobs of those terrifying times, rushed in bodies to the place, with cries of vengeance, and the unhappy men were delivered up to their fury, and every individual was murdered on the spot,

Garrick Plays.

No. VI.

[From the "Chaste Maid in Cheapside," a Comedy, by Thomas Middleton, 1620.]

Citizen to a Knight complimenting his Daughter.

Pish, stop your words, good Knight, 'twill make her blush else,

Which are wound too high for the Daughters of the Freedom;

Honour, and Faithful Servant! they are compliments For the worthy Ladies of White Hall or Greenwich; Ev'n plain, sufficient, subsidy words serve us, Sir.

Master Allwit (a Wittol) describes his contentment.

I am like a man

Finding a table furnish'd to his hand,

(As mine is still for me), prays for the Founder, Bless the Right worshipful, the good Founder's life:

I thank him, he has maintain'd my house these ten years;

Not only keeps my Wife, but he keeps me.
He gets me all my children, and pays the nurse
Weekly or monthly, puts me to nothing,

Rent, nor Church dues, not so much as the Scavenger;
The happiest state that ever man was born to.
I walk out in a morning, come to breakfast,
Find excellent cheer, a good fire in winter;
Look in my coal-house, about Midsummer eve,
That's full, five or six chaldron new laid up;
Look in my back yard, I shall find a steeple
Made up with Kentish faggots, which o'erlooks
The water-house and the windmills. I say nothing,
But smile, and pin the door. When she nes in,
(As now she's even upon the point of grunting),
A Lady lies not in like her; there's her imbossings,
Embroiderings, spanglings, and I know not what,
As if she lay with all the gaudy shops

In Gresham's Burse about her; then her restoratives,
Able to set up a young 'Pothecary,

And richly store the Foreman of a Drug shop;

Her sugars by whole loaves, her wines by rundlets,

I see these things, but like a happy man

I pay for none at all, yet fools think it mine;

I have the name, and in his gold I shine:

And where some merchants would in soul kiss hell,

To buy a paradise for their wives, and dye
Their conscience in the blood of prodigal heirs,
To deck their Night-piece; yet, all this being done,
Eaten with jealousy to the inmost bone;
These torments stand I freed of. I am as clear
From jealousy of a wife, as from the charge.
O two miraculous blessings ! 'tis the Knight,
Has ta'en that labour quite out of my hands.

• A rich old Knight, who keeps Allwit's Wife.

Rescue from Bailiffs by the Watermen. I had been taken by eight Serjeants, But for the honest Watermen, I am bound to 'em. They are the most requiteful'st people living; For, as they get their means by Gentlemen, They're still the forward'st to help Gentlemen. You heard how one 'scaped out of the Blackfriars † But a while since from two or three varlets, Came into the house with all their rapiers drawn, As if they'd dance the sword-dance on the stage, With candles in their hands, like Chandlers' Ghosts! Whilst the poor Gentleman, so pursued and banded, Was by an honest pair of oars safe landed.

[From "London Chanticleers," a rude Sketch of a Play, printed 1659, but evidently much older.]

Song in praise of Ale.

1.

Submit, Bunch of Grapes,* To the strong Barley ear; The weak Wine no longer The laurel shall wear.

2.

Sack, and all drinks else, Desist from the strife; Ale's the only Aqua Vitæ, And liquor of life.

3.

Then come, my boon fellows,
Let's drink it around;

It keeps us from grave, Though it lays us on ground. 4.

Ale's a Physician,
No Mountebank Bragger;
Can cure the chill Ague,
Though it be with the Stagger.

5.

Ale's a strong Wrestler,
Flings all it hath met;
And makes the ground slippery,
Though it be not wet.

To his Wife's Lying-in.

† Alsatia, I presume.

6.

Ale is both Ceres,
And good Neptune too;
Ale's froth was the sea,
From which Venus grew.
7.

Ale is immortal;

And be there no stops
In bonny lads' quaffing,
Can live without hops.

8.

Then come, my boon fellows, Let's drink it around;

It keeps us from grave,

Though it lays us on ground.

C. L.

do no more. With variety of Entertainments, viz. Act I. A Preamble on the Kettle drums, by Mr. Job Baker, particularly, Larry Grovy, accompanied with French Horns. Act II. A new Peasant Dance by Mons. Chemont and Madem Peran, just arriv'd piping hot from the Opera at Paris. To which will be added a Ballad-Opera, call'd THE DEVIL TO PAY; The part of Nell by Miss CHARKE who performed Princess Elizabeth at Southwark. Servants will be allow'd to keep places on the stage-Particular care will be taken to perform with the utmost decency, and to prevent mistakes, the Bills for the day will be blue and black, &c."

The Drama.

CHARLOTTE CHARKE. The novel called "Mr. Dumont," by this unfortunate woman, was published in the year 1755 in one volume, twelves, by H. Slater, of Drury-lane, who may be presumed to have been the bookseller that accompanied Mr. Whyte to her miserable dwelling, for the purpose of hearing her read the manuscript. Since the account at col. 125, I met with an advertisement of November, 1742, from whence it appears that she and her daughter, "Miss Charke," performed at one of those places of public amusement at that period, when, to evade the law, under pretence of a musical entertainment, a play and the usual afterpiece were frequently represented by way of divertisement, although they constituted the sole attraction. The notice referred to is altogether a curiosity: it runs thus:—

"For the Benefit of a Person who has a mind to get Money: AT THE NEW THEATRE in James-street near the Haymarket, on Monday next, will be performed a CONCERT of vocal and instrumental Musick, divided into Two Parts. Boxes 38. Pit 28. Gallery 1s. Between the two parts of the Concert will be performed a Tragedy, call'd THE FATAL CURIOSITY, Written by the late Mr. Lillo, author of George Barnwell. The part of Mrs. Wilmot by Mrs. CHARKE (who originally performed it at the Haymarket;) The rest of the parts by a Set of People who will perform as well as they can, if not as well as they wou'd, and the best can

The original distinction of Beer from the old Drink of our Forefathers, which was made without that ingredient.

THE BLOODY HAND.

For the Table Book.

One December evening, the year before last, returning to T-, in the northern extremity of W-, in a drisling rain, as I approached the second milestone, I observed two men, an elder and a younger, walking side by side in the horse-road. The elder, whose appearance indicated that of a labourer in very comfortable circumstances, was in the path directly in front of my horse, and seemed to have some intention of stopping me; on my advancing, however, he quietly withdrew from the middle of the road to the side of it, but kept his eyes firmly fixed on me, which caused also, on my part, a particular attention to him. He then accosted me, "Sir, I beg your pardon."-" For what, my man?"-" For speaking to you, sir."-"What have you said, then ?"-"I want to know the way to S-"-" Pass on beyond those trees, and you will see the spire before you."-"How far is it off, sir?"" Less than two miles." -"Do you know it, sir?"-" I was there twenty minutes ago." '-“Do you know the gentleman there, sir, that wants a man to go under ground for him?"-" For what purpose?" (imagining, from the direction in which I met the man, that he came from the mining districts of S-, I expected that his object was to explore the neighbourhood for coals.) His answer immediately turned the whole train of my ideas. "To go under ground for him, to take off the bloody hand from his carriage.""_" And what is that to be done for?"-" For a thousand pounds, sir. Have you not heard any thing of it, sir ?"-" Not a word.""Well, sir, I was told that the gentleman lives here, at S-, at the hall, and that he offers a thousand pounds to any man that

became great rivals in their employment, and there were several trials of skill betwixt them; but the famous contest was at the Temple church, where a new organ was going to be erected towards the latter end of king Charles II.'s time. Both made friends for that employment; and as the society could not agree about who should be the man, the master of the Temple and the benchers proposed that each should set up an organ on each side of the church. In about half or three quarters of a year this was done: Dr. Blow, and Purcell, who was then in his prime, showed and played father Smith's organ on appointed days to a numerous audience; and, till the other was heard, everybody believed that father Smith would certainly carry it.

Harris brought Lully, organist to queen Catharine, a very eminent master, to touch his organ. This rendered Harris's organ popular, and the organs continued to vie with one another near a twelvemonth.

Harris then challenged father Smith to make additional stops against a set time; these were the vox humane, the cremona or violin-stop, the double courtel or bass flute, with some others.

These stops, as being newly invented, gave great delight and satisfaction to a numerous audience; and were so well imitated on both sides, that it was hard to adjudge the advantage to either: at last it was left to the lord chief justice Jeffries, who was of that house; and he put an end to the controversy by pitching upon father Smith's organ; and Harris's organ being taken away without loss of reputation, Smith's remains to this day.

Now began the setting up of organs in the chiefest parishes of the city of London, where, for the most part, Harris had the advantage of father Smith, making two perhaps to his one; among them some are very eminent, viz. the organ at St. Bride's, St. Lawrence near Guildhall, St. Mary Axe, &c.

Notwithstanding Harris's success, Smith was considered an able and ingenious workman; and, in consequence of this character, he was employed to build an organ for the cathedral of St. Paul. The organs made by him, though in respect of the workmanship they are inferior to those of Harris, and even of Dallans, are yet justly admired; and, for the fineness of their tone, have never yet been equalled.

Harris's organ, rejected from the Temple by judge Jeffries, was afterwards purchased for the cathedral of Christ-church, at Dublin, and set up there. Towards the close

of George II.'s reign, Mr. Byfield was sent for from England to repair it, which he objected to, and prevailed on the chapter to have a new one made by himself, he allowing for the old one in exchange. When he had got it, he would have treated with the parishioners of Lynn, in Norfolk, for the sale of it: but they, disdaining the offer of a second-hand instrument, refused to purchase it, and employed Snetzler to build them a new one, for which they paid him seven hundred pounds. Byfield dying, his widow sold Harris's organ to the parish of Wolverhampton for five hundred pounds, and there it remains to this day. An eminent master, who was requested by the churchwardens of Wolverhampton to give his opinion of this instrument, declared it to be the best modern organ he had ever touched.*

MISERIES OF TRAVELLING.

STEAM versus COACH.

For the Table Book.

"Now there is nothing gives a man such spirits, Leavening his blood as Cayenne doth a curry, As going at full speed

Don Juan, s. 10. v. 72.

If the number of persons who have been killed, maimed, and disfigured for life, in consequence of stage-coach mishaps, could be ascertained, since the first establishment of steam-packets in this country. and, on the other hand, the number who have been similarly unfortunate by steamboilers bursting, we should find that the stage-coach proportion would be in the ratio of ten to one! A solitary "blow up

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of a steam-packet is "noised and proclaimed " from the Land's End to the other extremity of the island; while hundreds of coach-accidents, and many of them fatal, occur, which are never heard of beyond the village, near to which the casualty takes place, or the neighbouring ale-house.

These affairs it is to the interest of the proprietors to "hush up," by means of a gratuity to the injured, rather than have their property ruined by an exposure in a court of justice. Should a poor man have a leg or an arm broken, through the carelessness of a drunken coachman, his poverty prevents his having recourse to law. Justice, in these cases, nine times in ten, is entirely out of the question, and an arrangement, between him and the proprietors, is easily effected; the unfortunate

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