agree to these terms, but his father, doubting his faith, obliged him to take an oath that he would fulfil the terms of this agreement; yet, upon his succeeding to the crown of England, he still retained the dukedom, to the prejudice of his brother Geoffery, and maintained his cause by force of arms. Stung to the quick at this cutting act of unkindness, Geoffery died shortly after of a broken heart! After reading of such an act as this, it would be impossible to believe that Henry had many qualities that would render him dear to his subjects. Indeed, the frequent rebellions during his reign prove that his sway was anything but mild and merciful. But the wrath of Heaven fell heavily on this despotic monarch. His friends, his children, even his wife forsook him! Towards the end of his reign, hearing of the loss of Mentz, he broke out into blasphemous exclamations, which plainly indicated that his mind had sunk under accumulated misfortunes. This king's reign is remarkable for the contentions between him and the prelate Becket. There is little doubt that the archbishop presumed too much in his conference with Henry, but one thing is related which proves him to have been a man of some virtue. Upon his being appointed to the see of Canterbury, he resigned the high office of Chancellor, "as not thinking it fit," says the historian," to sit at the helm of the commonwealth and of the church at the same time." There is much to admire in this. At this period of time it would be impossible to prove Henry's consent to the murder of Becket, but his subsequent atonement looks suspicious, to say the least of it. Baker labours hard to prove that he was an excellent prince," but not one of his acts bear him out in that assertion. His personal appearance was by no means dignified; his face was ruddy, his chest broad, his frame bulky, and his stature short. Our old chroniclers represent him as a wise and generous monarch, but there is little doubt that he was licentious, cruel, and faithless. He died at Normandy in the year 1189, of, as is believed, a broken heart, a death to which he had doomed his unfortunate brother, at the age of sixty-one years. ALPHA. Fine Arts. Burns' Address to the Deil. Illustrated by Landseer. We thought that the lovers of the mar vellous had been satiated with tales and legends of diablerie, but the above publication has undeceived us. Devils of all grades and all nations have had their run in London, and Zamiel, the Bottle Imp, and the fiend in the Devil's Elixir, have each in their turns been popular; and now "auld clootie" himself is represented in various shapes by the pencil of Landseer. This gentleman has portrayed monkeys until his human figures have their semblance; witness the figure cowering before Satan in one of the plates to this work. The attitude of the peasant is as unnatural as his figure, and we question if Happy Jerry himself would hold a cudgel in such a manner. One of the cuts intended to represent the interior of the infernal regions, is not unlike those prefixed to the Catholic tracts published on the continent about a century ago. The design is common-place, and is totally unredeemed by any thing like humour. The old joke of the devil roasting a lawyer was worn threadbare in our fathers' time. The whole scene is better calculated to awe than to cause a smile. The representation of Paradise in another plate, is poetical, but the right arm of Eve is sadly out of proportion. With respect to the text, it is only necessary to say that it is by Burns. The notes are insipid, pointless, and quite guiltless of anything approaching to wit or drollery. Some of the designs evince an imaginative genius, but we cannot help exclaiming against the bad taste which induced the publisher to select out such a subject. The Note Book. DERIVATIONS. For the Olio. Many of the words used in the English language are derived from the Hebrew, and, though not generally known, form an interesting series, by an occasional reference. Hence, the English word acre is purely Hebrew ; from which the Greek agros, and the Latin ager-a field. The derivation of agriculture, and its various adjuncts, is equally manifest.-The word waif is derived from the Hebrew word of the same root, with waive and others of its kind. Avail-robur, an oak, which, in ancient times, was as a veil or covering, both in hours of devotion and times of refreshment. A vail, also, implied a free gift, exchanged by those whose faith was consecrated by an intercourse with the people, and whose habitations were sheltered by the oaken canopy.-Abash, bash, and bash-ful (Heb.) This with a stick or stone, every thing would be utterly defiled. The fire-place, the culinary utensils, and the food, would be instantly destroyed and thrown away. The Hindoo then rushes to the Ganges, purifies himself in the sacred stream, and seeks the advice and consolation of his priest. If all this were not immediately attended to, he would suffer the greatest of all possible misfortunes word was, and is, to this day, used in In HARRINGTON'S OCEANA, p. 203, will be found the following prophecy"Where there is tumbling and tossing on the bed of sickness, it must end in death or recovery. If France, Italy, and Spain were not all sick, all corrupted together, there would be none of them so; for the sick would not be able to withstand the sound, nor the sound to preserve their health, without curing of the sick. The first of these nations (which, if you stay her leisure, will, in my mind, be France) that recovers the health of ancient prudence, shall certainly govern the world." A REASON FOR TRAVELLING. Boyle tells us of a great traveller, who being rallied upon his rambling humour, answered, that he would cease travelling as soon as he could find a country where power and credit were ⚫ in the hands of honest men, and preferments went by merit.-Query, if such a man were now alive, where would he take up his abode. Customs of Various Countries. SUPERSTITION OF THE HINDOOS. When a Hindoo is about to boil his simple meal of rice, he first profusely waters the earth, and after smoothing it with the palm of his hand, performs a circle of mud around himself and his little clay fire-place. If any person of an inferior caste should happen to touch the interior of this circle, even Anecdotiana. DR. JOHNSON'S FOUNDATION OF FAITH. As a person was shewing the great Lexicographer the Castle of Edinburgh, he mentioned to him a tradition that some part of it had been standing 300 years before Christ. "Much faith (replied the doctor) is due to tradition; and that part of the building which was standing at so early a period, must undoubtedly have been the rock upon which it is founded." DR. JOHNSON. A literary lady, expressing to Dr. Johnson her approbation of his Dictionary, and in particular, her satisfaction at his not admitting into it any improper words. "No, madan," replied he, "I hope I have not soiled my fingers; I find, however, that you have been looking for them." POLEMICS. H.B.A. Though we possess such an immense mass of polemic divinity, the world does not appear to have grown an atom wiser, better, or more decided in the great points the authors have written upon. When the learned Isaac Casaubon was shewn the Sorbonne, the person who introduced him, said, there had been disputations kept up in that place for more than four hundred years. "Pray then, tell me," said Casaubon, "what have they decided?" FLATTERERS. This odious race, says Dr. Jortin, are as mean and sordid as they are mischievous and odious. To them might be applied the Levitical law :— 66 Every creeping thing is unclean, and shall be an abomination." EPIGRAM ON AN EPIGRAM. The qualities all in a bee that we meet, Diary and Chronology. Wednesday, August 25. St. Gregory of Utrecht, ab. d. 776.-High Water 31m after 5 Morning-49m after 5 Aftern August 25, 1770.-Died the celebrated and unfortunate poet, Thomas Chatterton, in his eighteenth year. This son of genius, says Ryan, who perished in his pride, overcome by the pressure of poverty, commenced his immortality in a garret in Shoreditch. For two days previous to his death, he had eaten nothing. His landlady, pitying his desolate condition, invited him to sup with her: he spurned the invitation with contempt, and put an end to his existence by poison. Crowds inflicted elegies to his memory, the length and breadth of which filled vo lumes, while the subject of these doleful tributes lies buried in a work-house burying-ground in Shoe Lane, unnoticed by epitaph or eulogy. Thursday, August 26. St. Genesis of Arles, mar. 4th cent.-Moon's First Quarter, 3m after 2 Afternoon. August 26, 1777.-Expired Francis Fawkes, well known for many ingenious poems of his own, but more so by his pleasing translations of the works of Anacreon, Sappho, Bion, and Moschus, and the Idylliums of Musaus Theocritus. After his death, his translation of Apollonius Rhodius was added to his other works. Friday, August 27. St Syagrius bish died A D. 600.Sun rises 4m after 5-sets 55m after 6. August 27, 1816.-On this day Lord Exmouth, with a British and Dutch fleet, attacked the Algerine fleet in the harbour, and destroyed four frigates, four corvettes, and from twenty-four to thirty gun-boats; the mole and arsenal were blown up, and the naval and military storehouses totally destroyed; the Dey, to prevent the total destruction of the city, agreed to abolish Christian slavery for ever, to deliver up all the slaves, of whatever nation, to Lord Exmouth, and all money received for redemption of slaves from the beginning of the year, and to repair the losses of the British Consul, whom he had imprisoned, and make him a public apology; all which conditions the Dey was compelled to perform. Saturday, August 28. St. Augustine-High Water 7m after 8 Morning-46m after 8 After. Our saint, in his youth, fell, like the prodigal son, into the most frightful gulph of vice. His conversion happened in the year 316, and in the following year he was baptized by St. Ambrose on Easter Eve; he was ordained priest in 390, and consecrated bishop in 395. The two works that do most honour to St. Augustine's name are his Confessions and Retractions. He was not only the oracle of his own times, but of the principal among all the Latin fathers that came after him. He calmly resigned bis spirit to God, A.D. 430, being seventy-six years old, and bav ing spent almost forty of them in the labours of the ministry. August 25, 1749.-Born Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, a German prose writer and lyric poet of much excellence. Under the skilful hand of this writer, several new forms of versification rose nearly to perfection, whilst the boldness and originality of his conceptions have elevated him to the very highest rank among the poets of his country. His Faust, his Gortz von Berlichingen, and his Werther, produced a more complete revolution in the literary world, than the compositions of any other writer of his time. The chief excellencies of his poetry are invention. and originality; these, added to great elegance of diction, and a style both animated and na. tural, render him interesting when writing even on the most indifferent subjects. Sunday, August 29. TWELFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. Lessons for the Day-10 chapter Kings, b 2, morn-18 chapter Kings, b. 2, Even. Decollation of St. John the Baptist St John the Baptist was beheaded a year before the death of our Saviour, at the roquest of a young lady who demanded of Herod that his head should be brought to her in a dish. This was executed, and the damsel was not afraid to take that present to her mother, who was the instigator of her petition. August 29, 1680.-To-day, says Mr. Pennant, died peacefully and fearlessly in his bed, and without any signs of penitance, totally hardened and forsaken of heaven, the miscreant Blood, notorious for his attempt to steal the crown Never was a more determined villain," with a head to contrive, and a heart to execute any wickedness." He had a pension of £100 a year, and perpetually enjoyed the smiles of Charles the Second at court, where, it is safe, he was retained by a profligate set of men to overawe any who had integrity enough to resist their mea sures. Monday, August 30. St. Rose of Lima, Vir AD 107-High Water 50m after 10 Morn - 25m after 11 Evening. This saint was of Spanish extraction, born at Lima in 1586. She was at first christened Isabel, but the figure and contour of her face in the cradle seeming in some measure to resemble a beautiful rose, the name of Rose was given to her. The whole life of St. Rose of Lima was a continual thirst after those religious and pious exercises in which she found the greatest comfort and support during the course of her earthly pilgrimage. Tuesday, August 31. So late as St. Aidam of Ireland, bish. A.D. 651.-Sun rises 11m after 5-sets 48m after 6 August 31, 1651-NEWSPAPERS.-The first newspaper that appeared in the present form was the Public Intelligencer, which was published by Sir Robert L'Estrange. 1696, there does not appear to have been any daily papers. In 1709, there was only one daily paper in England, called the London Courant, and eighteen weekly papers. At this period, the editor of the newspaper acted as a kind of broker; thus we meet with the following notices :"I want a cook-maid for a merchant"-"I will sell a free estate within thirty miles of Lon don.""If any have a place belonging to the law or otherwise, worth a thousand pounds, I can help to a customer." With the present Number is published Part 36, price 18. containing a Memoir of her Majesty Queen Adelaide, embellished with a finely executed Fortrait, and three other spirited Original Engravings. Illustrated Article. THE DOG OF THE REGIMENT. MONTAIGNE has given a whole essay to war-horses, and celebrated, with his usual talent, the prowess of the various steeds who have, in different ages of the world, 'done the state some service,' not merely by bearing their masters through the field of battle, but by exerting a pugnacious prowess separately and distinctly their own. If he had lived in our time, he would not assuredly have grudged a page or two to Moustache. Moustache was born at Falaise, in Normandy, as nearly as can be ascertained, in or about the month of September, 1799. The family being numerous, he was sent, at the age of six months, to Caen to push his own fortunes, and was received into the house of an eminent grocer, where he was treated in the kindest manner. But, strolling about the town one day, he happened to come upon the parade of a company of grenadiers, who had just VOL, VI. L received the route for Italy. They were brilliantly equipped, their spirits were high, and their drums loud. Mous che was fired on the instant with a portion of their fine enthusiasm. He cut the grocer for ever, slunk quietly out of the town, and joined the grenadiers ere they had marched an hour. He was dirty, he was tolerably ugly, but there was an intelligence, a sparkle, a brightness about his eye that could not be overlooked. "We have not a single dog in the regiment," said the petit tambour, "and, at any rate, he looks as if he could forage for himself." The drum-major, having his pipe in his mouth, nodded assent; and Moustache attached himself to the band. The recruit was soon found to be possessed of considerable tact, and even talent. He already fetched and carried to admiration. Ere three weeks were over he could not only stand with as erect a back as any private in the reginnt, but shoulder his musket, act sentinel, and keep time in the march. He was a gay soldier, and of course lived from paw to mouth; but, long ere they reach 147 ed the Alps, Monstache had contrived to cultivate a particular acquaintance with the messman of his company,-a step which he had no occasion to repent. He endured the fatigues of Mont St. Bernard with as good grace as any veteran in the army, and they were soon at no great distance from the enemy. Moustache by this time had become quite familiar with the sound not only of drums, but of musketry; and even seemed to be inspired with new ardour as he approached the scene of action. The first occasion on which he distinguished himself was this:-His regiment being encamped on the heights above Alexandria, a detachment of Austrians, from the vale of Belbo, were ordered to attempt a surprise, and marched against them during the night. The weather was stormy, and the French had no notion any Austrians were so near them. Human suspicion, in short, was asleep, and the camp in danger. But Moustache was on the alert; walking his rounds, as usual, with his nose in the air, he soon detected the greasy Germans: their knapsacks, full of sourcrout and rancid cheese, betrayed them to his sagacity. He gave the alarm, and these foul feeders turned tail immediately, a thing Moustache never did. Next morning it was resolved, nem. con. that Moustache had deserved well of his country. The Greeks would have voted him a statue; the Romans would have carried him in triumph, like the geese of the Capitol. But Moustache was hailed with a more sensible sort of gratitude. He would not have walked three yards, poor fellow, to see himself cast in plaster; and he liked much better to tread on his own toes than to be carried breast high on the finest hand-barrow that ever came out of the hands of the carpenter. The colonel put his name on the roll-it was published in a regimental order, that he should henceforth receive the ration of a grenadier per diem,-and Moustache "les plus heureux des chiens." He was now cropped a la militaire, a collar, with the name of the regiment, was hung round his neck, and the barber had orders to comb and shave him once a week. From this time Moustache was certainly a different animal. In fact, he became so proud, that he could scarcely par any of his canine brethren without lifting his leg. was In the meantime, a skirmish occurred, in which Moustache had a new opportunity of shewing himself. It was here that he received his first wound,—it, like all the rest, was in front. He received the thrust of a bayonet in his left shoulder, and with difficulty reached the rear. The regimental surgeon dressed the wound which the Austrian steel bad inflicted. Moustache suffered himself to be treated secundum artem, and remained in the same attitude during several entire days in the infirmary. He was not yet perfectly restored when the great battle of Marengo took place. Lame as he was, he could not keep away from so grand a scene. He marched, always keeping close to the banner, which he had learned to recognise among a hundred; and, like the fifer of the great Gustavus, who whistled all through the battle of Lutzen, Moustache never gave over barking until evening closed upon the combatants of Marengo. The sight of the bayonets was the only thing that kept him from rushing personally upon the Austrians; but his good fortune at last presented him with an occasion to do something. A certain German corporal had a large pointer with him, and this rash animal dared to shew itself in advance of the ranks. To detect him-to jump upon him-and to seize him by the throat-all this was, on the part of Moustache, only a mouvement a la Francaise. The German, being strong and bulky, despised to flinch, and a fierce struggle ensued. A musket-ball interrupted them; the German dog fell dead on the spot; and Moustache, after a moment of bewilderment, put up his paw, and discovered that he had lost an ear. He was puzzled for a little, but soon regained the line of his regiment; and, Victory having soon after shewn herself a faithful goddess, ate his supper among his comrades with an air of satisfaction that spoke plainer than words,-"When posterity talk of Moustache, it will be said, That dog also was at Marengo." I think it has already been observed, that Moustache owned no particular master, but considered himself as the dog of the whole regiment. In truth, he had almost an equal attachment for every one that wore the French uniform, and a sovereign contempt to boot for every thing in plain clothes. Tradespeople and their wives were dirt in his eyes, and whenever he did not think himself strong enough to attack_a stranger, he ran away from him. He had a quarrel with his grenadiers, who being in garrison, thought fit to chain Moustache to a sentry-box. He could not endure this, and took the first op |