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Tuesday, October 19.

St. Ethbin Abbot.-Sun rises 47m after 6-sets 12m after 5.

October 19, 1723.-Died the distinguished painter, Sir Godfrey Knether, who had the remarkable honour of drawing ten crowned heads; four Kings of England, and three Queens; Peter the Great; Charles III. of Spain, when he was in England; and Louis XIV.

Wednesday, October 20.

St. Artemius.-High Water 4sm after 3 Morning-4m after 4 Afternoon.

Our saint was accused by the idolaters in Egypt of having demolished their temples and broke down their idols. The Emperor Julian summoned him to appear before him at Antioch in 362, and upon this indictment condemned him to be beheaded in that city, about June, in 362.

October 20, 1761-On this day the Duke of Norfolk's fine seat at Worksop Manor, Nottinghamshire, was burnt down. The damage was computed at £100,000. It was first discovered in a closet near the library, that had been newly washed, burning with violence, and, notwithstanding the assistance of several neighbouring gentlemen, and of the inhabitants of the adjacent villages, it could not be extinguished. The engine had little or no effect, as the building was principally of lime-stone. The chapel, with some part of the east wing, was all that remained of this venerable seat. The library and picture-gallery were entirely consumed; and the magnificent furniture, especially a rich bed of needle-work, of which the hangings only were saved, suffered by this dreadful conflagration. One man lost his life in the ruins, and another was much injured. When the Duke received the sad account, he said, "God's will be done," and the Duchess, "How many besides us are sufferers by the like calamity." Upwards of £12,000 had yearly been paid to workmen constantly employed about this magnificent mansion.

Thursday, October 21.

St. Hilarian, Institutor of the Monastic State in the East.

October 21, 1771.-Expired in the neighbourhood of Leghorn, Tobias Smollet, the celebrated novelist and historian. This gentleman, who was educated as a surgeon at Glasgow, supported himself more by his pen than his profession. Besides the numerous performances printed as bis . works, he was engaged in many speculations of the booksellers, and wrote various articles in the periodicals of the day. He was also the founder of the " Critical Review," which he conducted for several years with a spirit then new in the annals of criticism. Smollett was of a disposition humane and generous, and was apt, like Goldsmith, to assist the unfortunate beyond what his circumstances could justify. He possessed a versatility of style in writing, which he could accommodate to every character. He had no suppleness in his conduct; he could neither stoop to impose on credulity, or humour caprice. He was of an intrepid, independent, imprudent disposition, equally incapable of deceit and adulation, and more disposed to cultivate the acquaintance of those he could serve, than of those who could serve him.

Friday, October 22.

St. Donatus, Bishop of Fiesoli, a D. 816,-Sun rises 52m after 6—sets 7m after 5. Cctober 22, 1791.-A dreadful storm of thunder and lightning happened at Tonbridge Wells; Speldhurst Church was set on fire by the lightning, and burnt to ashes; the bells were melted by the electric fluid. The same storm did great damage at Raiuham, in Kent, and at Ipswich in Suffolk.

Saturday, October 23.

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St. Severin, Abp. of Cologne, A.D 400.-High Water 36m after 5 Morn-57m after 5 After. October 23, 1685.-The famous Edict of Nantz was revoked. It was published in 1595, by Henry IV. to secure to his old friends the Protestants the free exercise of their religion impolitic and unjust revocation of it by Louis XIV, with the subsequent brutal and inhumaa dragooning of the Protestants, obliged them to take shelter in England, Holland, and different parts of Germany, where they established the silk and other manufactures to the great prejudice of their own country.

Sunday, October 24.

TWENTIETH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.

Lessons for the Day-2 chapter Joel, morning-6 chapter Micah, Even.

St. Maglione, Bishop and Confessor, A.D. 575-Moon's First Quarter, 20m after 10 Even. October 24, 1785.-On this day, a violent hurricane desolated the island of Jamaica; it continued during the greater part of the night; the damage done was immense.

Monday, October 25.

St. Crispin and Crispianus, mar. A D. 308.-Sun rises 58m after 6—sets \m after 5. October 25, 1815.-The cathedral of Waterford, in Ireland, was this day discovered to be on fire, and before it could be extinguished, the whole of the interior of that beautiful edifice, with the organ, &c. was destroyed.

Tuesday, October 26.

High Water 31m after 8 Morn -12m after 9 Afternoon.

October 26, 1764-Expfred William Hogarth, a painter jostly celebrated for his originality and genius. It may be said of this great artist that all his powers of delighting were restrained to his pencil. Having been rarely admitted into polite circles, uone of his asperlties had been rubbed off by civil intercourse. The slightest contradiction transported bim into a passion; and he had a ridiculous portion of vanity: yet he was honest, liberal, and a most punctual pay-master. He died at his house in Leicester-fields, and his remains were interred in Chiswick churchyard, where the following epitaph by Garrick speaks his qualities:

Hogarth's Epitaph.

FAREWELL, great painter of mankind,
Who reached the noblest point of art;
Whose pictured morals charm the mind,
And through the eye correct the heart!

If Genius fire thee, reader, stay;

If Nature touch thee, drop a tear;
If neither move thee, turn away,

For HOGARTH's honoured dust lies here.

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Illustrated Article.
THE INDIAN'S CURSE.

THE rocky county of Stafford, New Hampshire, is remarkable for its wild and broken scenery. Ranges of hills towering one above another, as if eager to look upon the beautiful country, which afar off lies sleeping in the embrace of heaven; precipices, from which the young eagles take their fight to the sun; dells rugged and tangled as the dominions of Roderick Vich Alpine, and ravines dark and deep enough for the death scene of a bandit, form the magnificent characteristics of this picturesque region.

A high precipice, called Chocorua's Cliff, is rendered peculiarly interesting by a legend which tradition has scarcely saved from utter oblivion. Had it been in Scotland, perhaps the genius of Sir Walter would have hallowed it, and Americans would have crowded there to kindle fancy on the altar of memory. Being in the midst of our own romantic scenery, it is little known, and less VOL. VI.

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visited; for the vicinity is as yet untraversed by rail-roads or canals, and no 'Mountain House,' perched on these traveller hither to mock the majesty of tremendous battlements, allures the nature with the insipidities of fashion.

In olden time, when Goffe and Whalley passed for wizzards and mountain spirits among the superstitious, the vicinity of the spot we have been describing was occupied by a very small colony, which, either from discontent or enterprise, had retired into this remote part of New Hampshire. Most of them were ordinary men, led to this independent mode of life from an impatience of restraint, which as frequently accompride. But there was one master spipanies vulgar obstinacy as generous rit among them, who was capable of a higher destiny than he ever fulfilled. The consciousness of this had stamped something of proud humility on the face of Cornelius Campbell; something of a haughty spirit strongly curbed by. circumstances he could not control, and assumed no superiority; but uncon at which he scorned to mur. He

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sciously he threw around him the spell of intellect, and his companions felt, they knew not why, that he was 'among them, but not of them.' His stature was gigantic, and he had the bold, quick tread of one who had wandered frequently and fearlessly among the terrible hiding-places of nature. His voice was harsh, but his whole countenance possessed singular capabilities for tenderness of expre-sion; and sometimes, under the gentle influence of domestic excitement, his hard features would be rapidly lighted up, seeming like the sunshine flying over the shaded fields in anApril day.

His companion was one peculiarly calculated to excite and retain the deep, strong energies of manly love. She had possessed extraordinary beauty; and had, in the full maturity of an excellent judgment, relinquished several splendid alliances, and incurred her father's displeasure, for the sake of Cornelius Campbell. Had political circumstances proved favorable, his talents and ambition would unquestionably have worked out a path to emolument and fame; but he had been a zealous and active enemy of the Stuarts, and the restoration of Charles the Second was the death-warrant of his hopes. Immediate flight became necessary, and America was the chosen place of refuge. His adherence to Crowwell's party was not occasioned by religious sympathy, but by political views, too liberal and philosophical for the state of the people; therefore Cornelius Campbell was no favourite with our forefathers, and being of a proud nature, he withdrew with his family to the solitary place we have mentioned.

It seemed a hard fate for one who had from childhood been accustomed to indulgence and admiration, yet Mrs. Campbell enjoyed more than she had done in her day of splendour; so much deeper are the sources of happiness than those of gaiety. Even her face had suffered little from time and hardship. The bloom on her cheek, which in youth had been like the sweet-pea blossom, that most feminine of all flowers, had, it is true, somewhat faded; but her rich, intellectual expression, did but receive additional majesty from years; and the exercise of quiet domestic love, which, where it is suffered to exist, always deepens and brightens with time, had given a bland and placid expression, which might well have atoned for the absence of more striking beauty. To such a

woman as Caroline Campbell, of what use would have been some modern doctrines of equality and independence!

With a mind sufficiently cultivated to appreciate and enjoy her husband's intellectual energies, she had a heart that could not have found another home. The bird will drop into its nest though the treasures of earth and sky are open. To have proved marriage a tyranny, and the cares of domestic life a thraldom, would have affected Caroline Campbell as little, as to be told that the pure, sweet atmosphere she breathed, was pressing upon her so many pounds to every square inch? Over such a heart, and such a soul, external circumstances have little power; all worldly interest was concentrated in her husband and babes, and her spirit was satisfied with that inexhaustible fountain of joy which nature gives, and God has blessed.

A very small settlement, in such a remote place, was of course subject to inconvenience and occasional suffering. From the Indians they received neither favour or insult. No cause of quarrel had ever arisen; and although their frequent visits were sometimes troublesome, they never had given indications of jealousy or malice. Chocorua was a prophet among them, and as such an object of peculiar respect. He had a mind which education and motive would have nerved with giant strength; but growing up in savage freedom, it wasted itself in dark, fierce, ungovernable passions. There was something fearful in the quiet haughtiness of his lip-it seemed so like slumbering power, too proud to be lightly roused, and too implacable to sleep again. In his small, black, fiery eye, expression lay coiled up like a beautiful snake. The white people knew that his hatred would be terrible; but they had never provoked it, and even the children became too much accustomed to him to fear him.

Chocorua had a son, about nine or ten years old, to whom Caroline Campbell had occasionally made such gaudy presents as were likely to attract his savage fancy. This won the child's affections, so that he became a familiar visitant, almost an inmate of their dwelling; and being unrestrained by the courtesies of civilized life, he would inspect every thing which came in his way. Some poison, prepared for a mischievous fox, which had long troubled the little settlement, was discovered and drunk by the Indian boy; and he went

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home to his father to sicken and die. From that moment jealousy and hatred took possession of Chocorua's soul. He never told his suspicions-he brooded over them in secret, to nourish the deadly revenge he contemplated against Cornelius Campbell.

The story of Indian animosity is alCornelius Campbell ways the same. left his hut for the fields early one bright, balmy morning in June. Still a lover, though ten years a husband, his last look was turned towards his wife, answering her parting smile-his lastaction a kiss for each of his children. When he returned to dinner, they were dead-all dead! and their disfigured bodies too cruelly showed that an Indian's hand had done the work!

In such a mind grief, like all other emotions, was tempestuous. Home had been to him the only verdant spot in the wide desert of life. In his wife and children he had garnered up all his heart; and now they were torn from him, the remembrance of their love clung to him like the death-grapple of a drowning man, sinking him down, down, into darkness and death. This was followed by a calm a thousand times more terrible the creeping agony of despair, that brings with it no power of resistance.

It was as if the dead could feel
The icy worm around him steal.'

Such, for many days, was the state of Cornelius Campbell. Those who knew and reverenced him, feared that the spark of reason was for ever extinguished. But it rekindled again, and with it came a wild, demoniac spirit of revenge. The death-groan of Chocorua would make him smile in his dreams; and when he waked, death seemed too pitiful a vengeance for the anguish that was eating into his very soul.

Chocorua's brethren were absent on
a hunting expedition at the time he
committed the murder; and those who
watched his movements observed that

he frequently climbed the high preci-
pice which afterwards took his name,
probably looking for indications of their

return.

Here Cornelius Campbell resolved to effect his deadly purpose. A party was formed under his guidance, to cut off all chance of retreat, and the dark-minded prophet was to be hunted like a wildbeast to his lair.

The morning's sun had just cleared away the fogs, when Chocorua started at a loud voice from beneath the precipice, commanding him to throw him

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self into the deep abyss below.
knew the voice of his enemy, and re-
plied with an Indian's calmness. The
Great Spirit gave life to Chocorua; and
Chocorua will not throw it away at the
command of a white man.' Then hear
the Great Spirit speak in the white
man's thunder!' exclaimed Cornelius
Campbell, as he pointed his gun to the
precipice.

Chocorua, though fierce
and fearless as a panther, had never over-
come his dread of fire-arms. He placed
his hand upon his ears to shut out the
stunning report; the next moment the
blood bubbled from bis neck, and he
reeled fearfully on the edge of the pre-
cipice. But he recovered himself, and,
raising himself on his hands, he spoke
in a loud voice, that grew more terrific
A curse
as its huskiness increased.
May the Great
upon ye, white men!
Cho-
Spirit curse ye when he speaks in the
clouds, and his words are fire!
corua had a son-and ye killed him
while the sky looked bright! Light-
The Evil
ning blast your crops! Wind and fire
destroy your dwellings!
Spirit breathe death upon your cattle!
Your graves lie in the war path of the
Panthers howl, and wolves
Indian!
fatten over your bones! Chocorua goes
the white men!'
to the Great Spirit-his curse stays with

The prophet sunk upon the ground, still uttering inaudible curses-and they left his bones to whiten in the sun. But his curse rested on the settlement. The tomahawk and scalping knife were busy among them, the wind tore up trees and hurled them at their dwellings, their and sickness came upon their strongest crops were blasted, their cattle died, At last the remnant of them demen. more populous and prosperous colonies. parted from the fatal spot to mingle with Cornelius Campbell became a hermit, seldom seeking or seeing his fellow men; and two years after he was found dead in his hut.

To this day the town of Burton, in New Hampshire, is remarkable for a pestilence which infects its cattle; and spirit still sits enthroned upon his prethe superstitious believe that Chocorua's cipice, breathing a curse upon them.

RANDOM IDEAS OF A SCRIBBLER

For the Olio.

BE not suspicious, for it will make Be cautious, or you you suspected.

will be overreached.

Sport not with the feelings of others, for they may be as keen as thy own.—

He that finds pleasure in making others unhappy is thoughtless, will become unfeeling, and may, at no very distant period, arrive at the lowest stage of cruelty.

Art thou sorrowful? Call forth the resources of thy mind, and ask what it profiteth thee? Art thou overjoyed?Take heed that thy joy betray thee not to weeping.

When we cannot be so happy as we could wish to be, let us be as happy as circumstances will allow. It not unfrequently happens, that men lose the enjoyment of the good before them, by reflecting too much upon the evil that is mingled with it.

It is not right to hold those in contempt whose talents may be inferior to our own: were each of us the creator of his own mind, such conduct might be more excusable.

The differences that exist in the opinions of men, are as happy a diversity of nature as those of climate or of the senses. Had we but one food, we should have lost the pleasures of taste; how much more should we have lost, if confined to one opinion!

Hope has been, very justly, represented by an anchor. It is frequently the only hold that we have to earth. Without it, few could bear but very slight misfortunes; and heavy ones would have an effect, even upon the strongest minds, which, in the present state of things, humanity can scarcely conceive, and which it would be utterly impossible to describe.

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With a benevolent aud feeling heart, we can never be wholly vicious; preserve the finer feelings of our nature in their utmost possible sensibility is the best method we can take of excluding the innumerable legions of bad and malignant passions which constantly beset us.

Fools are often valued for the same reason that parrots are because they con talk! The wise man will not be always silent, but he will not be fond of speaking, except to the purpose! There is an old proverb which says, that " still tongue makes a wise head;" and it is certain, that a noisy one, if it does not make the fook frequently masks him.

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Nobility and high-sounding titles, how ever desirable they may appear in the eyes of many, are the mere gewgaws of life, the toys with which the grown up children of this world amuse themselves. Should we not smile o see the insects which flutter in the sun-beam disputing about their titles and rank,

and bring forth their pedigrees to decide
And what is their insignificance
by?
in our sight, compared with our own in
the eye of that great and undefinable
Being at whose feet the planets roll in
their orbits, and at whose bidding suns
unnumbered illume an immensity of
worlds?

The ways of Folly lead to destruction, and the paths of Vice to the abode of Despair! Virtue is the only road to contentment, which is the nearest semblance of happiness that man may enR. JARMAN. joy.

Morals from Flowers.

For the Olio.

FLOWERS.

By the Author of "Philosophical Precepts."
Beautiful flowers! baptized with dew,
By the rosy-finger d morn, when beaming
From the fresh'ning east, and looking through
Her veil of mists in fitful gleaming.
Beautiful buds! whom the breast of Spring

Would nurture with a fond mother's care,
And to summer's glorious prime would bring
By many a kiss of genial air.

Beautiful blossoms! with whom the sun
Holds dalliance in the pitch of noon,
Aud a race of exquisite joy would run
Thro' the golden days of sparkling June,
Beautiful flowers! that wither and die
In the gorgeous light of an Autumn sky,
Say, were you only born to fade?
Or, were your tints and odours given
To cheer the spirit in the shade
Of this drear earth with hopes of Heaven?
Language you have, and syren spells,
And angel whispers day by day;
That reach the soul when it rebels
Against confinement in its clay.
And sweetly utter "stay, oh, stay!"
Speak, then, sweet flowers! as ye have spoken,
When I have idly passed you by:

Give me again each hope, each token
Of love and goodness from on high;
Give me those thoughts and morals stealing
To the charm'd heart with many a sigh ;
Give me again those hopes, revealing
Sensations far too proud to die!

ANECDOTES OF THE FRENCH REVOLUTION.*

On the Quai Pelletier, near to the Place de Greve, a brave and interesting youth fell, struck by grape shot. He was a young surgeon, of the name of Papu. Arrived with a musket, at the head of a small party, he did wonders during the day, and in the intervals of the fight displayed equal activity in his attentions to the wounded. He was thus employed when he was pierced by several balls. Carried to the porter's lodge of No. 32, he survived, notwithstanding the most skilful medical assist

From the Narrative of the late Revolution noticed in our last.

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