cast upon him, in the publication of the above works, Agrippa put forth an apology, in which he shewed that what he did was performed by art alone, without the aid of familiar spirits. It is not probable that this great man died miserably, as has been alleged, although his life was one of storm and contention; his eccentricities cons'antly exposing him to the malice of his enemies, who were many, and would have condemned him to the flames, but for the intervention of the great and powerful. Agrippa's principal works were De Vanitate Scientiarum, which has been twice translated into English, once in the year 1569, and afterwards by Sir Roger L'Estrange in 1684; De Laudibus Feminarum, a most singular performance, of which there has been no English translation, although there have been several editions in French. In this book, Agrippa maintains the superiority of women over the male sex by a variety of singular and pertinent arguments, alleging that the great creator of all things would not have put forth the last work of his hands imperfect, and that woman exceeds man no less in disposition and temper than in personal comeliness. This great man wrote many other works, amongst which are commentaries on Lully's Ars Brevis; a Discourse on the Art of War, with a variety of tracts, consisting of orations, remonstrances, &c. &c. If the reader will take the trouble to refer to L'Estrange's translation of De Vanitate Scientiarum, published a year or two after the appearance of De Philosophia Occulta, he will find that Agrippa expresses his regret at having written the latter work; it is not, therefore, likely that he should have relapsed into the opinions of his youth in his last days; so that the story of his miserable end is as worthy of credit as that of the vulgar relation of the black dog, both of which are evidently the creations of that hired slave of the monks, Jovius. ALPHA.

HORRIBLE STANZAS.

Fear haunts me like a sheeted ghost, there comes no rest to me,

The swelling thoughts have sunk and fled which buoy'd my spirit free. A form of ill, unchanging still, a dark embodied shape

Weighs my crush'd heart, and grimly waits to shut me from escape;

Dim-seen, as goul by starlight pale, gorged

with his hideous fare, Yet all-distinct upon my soul there comes his wolfish glare.

fright, been so fortunate as to leave enough in my pocket to support me, if I lived frugally, for several days in London. I got my old guinea changed at a public-house in the town, where the landlord gave me seventeen shillings for it, saying that such old coin was not at that time worth more. I knew that it was, but pocketted the change, and, for obvious reasons, said not a word of remonstrance to this mean rascal.

I found that, from having walked farther than I was wont, I had become footsore, and this obliged me to get a lift by one of the road waggons, which started on the following morning for London. The waggoner himself was a simple good hearted fellow, and generous to an extreme; for he fed me at his own cost until we arrived in the great metropolis, which we reached about three o'clock in the afternoon, two days afterwards. Judge of the surprise which all I saw excited in my simple mind. The splendid mansions in Piccadilly (we entered at Hyde Park Corner); the gorgeous equipages of nobles and gentlemen; the elegantly dressed females who now and then whisked past us,-all filled me with astonishment. The dusty waggon had its full contrast with the coronetted carriages, and the very tinkle of the horses' bells was lost in the hum and bustle which surrounded us. I continued to stare and wonder until the waggon reached its destination-an inn in the Old Bailey, and my good friend the driver kindly offered me a share of his bed for that night,-an offer which, you may be sure, I, with my slender finances, did not refuse. I slept soundly enough, for even my eyes were tired with gazing on so many new objects. I arose early in the morning and walked into the Old Bailey, when, on looking towards the Newgate-street end, I beheld a large concourse of people, above whose heads a huge gallows reared its frightful frame. I made my way towards the throng, and, on inquiry of a bystander, found that a criminal was to be hung at eight o'clock. This was a spectacle I had never witnessed, and I hastened back to the inn, got my breakfast, which I soon devoured, and then repaired again to the fatal spot where so many have suffered. The crowd had become more dense, and a bell was tolling. At length several persons appeared upon the scaffold, among whom I could perceive the culprit, the ordinary and the meagre-looking execu

tioner. Much as I had lately desired to witness this scene, I now wished myself out of the crowd again; but I found it was no easy matter to make my escape, for the throng every momen increased. The wretched criminal advanced to the front of the scaffold, and the hum of voices was stilled in an instant; he spoke, but I was at too great a distance to distinguish what he said. I then saw him take his stand under the fatal beam, and I turned away my head with a sensation of sickness and an involuntary shudder. When I again looked in that direction, I beheld the body of the unhappy man suspended in the air, and writhing in the agonies of death the sight filled me with horror, and I could ill conceal the mingled sensations of pity and disgust which I felt ;-pity for the fate of the wretched man who had forfeited his life, and disgust at the manner in which that forfeit had been exacted. The sight of a human creature dangling in the air, like some unclean animal, must at all times be afflicting to a sensitive mind; and yet, to their shame and disgrace be it said, there were many females in the crowd who had come from a great distance to witness the execution. I found, however, that this was by no means an uncommon occurrence, and that, spite of the repeated animadversions of the public press, women constantly attended sights of this disgusting description. I perceived, too, that the dreadful spectacle made but a slight impression upon the male part of the spectators; for many around me cracked their jokes and made their brutal comments upon the demeanour of the wretched man who had just forfeited his life; and, to crown the whole, I beheld a pickpocket "plying his vocation" right before me. He was emptying the pockets of a fat farmer, and handing their contents to a companion. I was just about to call out to the farmer, when some person knocked my hat over my eyes, and by the time I had raised it, the plunderers and the plundered were gone.

I hastened back to the inn with any thing but a favourable opinion of the Londoners, and found that my good friend the waggoner returned to Reading on the following morning. I sincerely regretted the departure of this honest fellow, and, although I had not been much in his company since our arrival in London, I felt, when he was gone, that I was now alone upon the world, and that if something did not turn up, I should certainly be plunged

into deep and overwhelming distress; yet, nevertheless, my spirits did not forsake me, and I determined at once to go from shop to shop, and obtain, if possible, a situation of some sort. My first essay was at a stationer's on Ludgate Hill. I entered the shop with great diffidence, and modestly asked a respectable looking white-headed man, who sat at a desk behind the counter, "if he knew of a situation?" The person I addressed was busily engaged in writing, and I waited for some moments for an answer, when I again ventured to repeat the inquiry. I roused him this time; he looked up over his spectacles and cried in a voice of thunder, "What the devil do you want here? Be off, or I'll send for the street-keeper!" I did not wait a second bidding, you may be sure, but walked indignantly out of the shop. This rebuff, however, did not prevent me making inquiry amongst his neighbours, none of whom were in want of assistance of any kind. Some told me that they had really not enough to do for those already with them; others more considerate advised me to return to the country immediately, for "London was already overrun with young hawbucks like me;" while in many places I was tauntingly asked, "what I thought I was fit for ?"

be sure,

I continued my rounds for several days, under the cheering reflection that my small stock of money was fast consuming. I left the inn immediately after my friend the waggoner had quitted London, and had taken a bed-rcom in a house up one of the courts in the Old Bailey, at the rate of three shillings per week. The room was a sorry one, to and the bed still worse; but, in my situation, to repine was out of the question. My money, as I said before, was nearly all gone; I had not enough, indeed, to pay for my room at the end of the week, and when the day of reckoning arrived, I begged a little time of my landlady, who liberally granted it. But the next week came, and want and famine with it-I had not a penny left! I quitted my lodging in the morning in a state of mind bordering on distraction, and walked down Ludgate Hill, hardly knowing whether I went. After wandering through several stree's, and calling at many shops without success, I began to feel hungry, but I had not enough in my pocket to buy even a roll. I still kept walking about, for the agitation of my mind would not allow me to sit down. Noon came, and the reeking of the many cook-shops which I

passed mocked my hunger. I looked despairingly on the tempting viands displayed in the windows, but it was only to remind me that I was pennyless. Evening was advancing, and I felt myself growing faint for want of sustenance. In the extremity of my misery, I strolled into St. Janies's Park, and, overcome with fatigue, sunk down on one of the seats. The thought of my destitute situation made me weep, which attracted the attention of the passengers, many of whom would, doubtless, have bestowed an alms upon me, if I had been dressed in meaner apparel; but my clothes, though plain, were good, and I could not be mistaken for a beggar.The tears I shed were truly those of mortification and repentance, for I now clearly saw my folly and heartily wished myself at home with my parents. I felt, like the prodigal son, that they had "enough and to spare," while nothing was left to me but to starve and die. My situation was, indeed, wretched, and the thought of suicide stole more than once upon my bewildered senses. I sat until the clock at the Horse Guards chimed six, when two young men, dressed in the first style of fashion, passed by, and as one of them drew his handkerchief from his pocket a russia leather note case dropped on the ground without his perceiving it. I eagerly snatched it up, and thrust it into my waistcoat pocket; but a moment's reflection told me that I was acting wrongly and I instantly ran after the owner, and presented it to him. He seemed pleased at the recovery of it, but still more so at my honesty, and turning to his friend whispered to him, and then looked at me attentively.

"You are very careless, Alymer," said his companion," and deserve to lose your money-who but you would carry such a sum in his coat pocket ?”

"Pshaw! never mind that," said the young man," tell me how shall I reward this lad?"

"Give him a guinea," replied the other.

"Ay," continued the owner of the note case, handing me a guinea, toge ther with his card-" Here, young man, take this, and call on me to-morrow by ten o'clock-I will do more for you."

I took the card and thanked him in a voice almost inarticulate from surprise and joy, and making a low bow, hastily quitted the Park.

To be continued.

pushed himself among the athletic competitors, and putting his brawny arm to the bulky log, at one effort hurled it, like a bowl, amidst the company. It trampled their feet, it tripped them up, it made even the old folk separate, while the maidens screamed and sprang in all directions, as the great wooden log rolled along the floor. A shout of" Felix! Felix Redmayne, welcome!-That's our own Felix's mischievous trick!-How came he here?" succeeded to the momentary pause of surprise that left the hero of this exploit standing alone on the floor.

"See, now," he exclaimed, as throwing his cap down on the ground, he stood erect in nature's own majesty and beauty of strength; "see if brand and scourge have not left me some strength still!"

"Brand and scourge!" said the grayhaired Gaffer, taking his son's hand, and gazing earnestly on his flushed countenance, while Gammer Redmayne hung on her darling's neck in a transport of astonishment and joy.

"Ay, good father! I have played truant, and I have paid for it! Sir Valentine Chetwynd thought the hollow walls of Pype-Hall too cold a shelter for its rose, and I agreed with him; by ill luck, Sir Humphrey Stanley disagreed with our notions:-I bear no longer the Eagle badge on my coat, but faith, I have gotten such a grip of his talons on my flesh as I shall carry with me to my grave!"

All thronged around Felix as he detailed the circumstances already known to the reader, and, to their mingled exclamations of anger, grief, and fear, to his mother weepingly offering her assistance, and to his father, shaking his white hairs in sorrow, he replied

at once,

"A truce to your clamour, my kind companions! you cannot help me. Mother, be pacified! my hurts have been kindly tended by Dame Witherton at the Woodhouses. What, father, though it be hard to have rogue written on one's shin, while one knows that true man is stamped on the heart; yet manhood and honesty lie too deep for whip or iron. And my pretty Judith here surely will not give me one kiss the less for the unmerited marks of shame on her truelove's body?"

"I would love thee, Felix," said a very beautiful young woman, clasping with her round white arms his broad neck, "I would love thee though they bore thee to the very death, and though

every one heaped shame upon thee, yet would I believe every one false, ere thee dishonoured."

Her lover answered with a hearty smack, and then, taking his father and mother by the hand, he said, "I am about to quit you, and how long it will be before I see you again Heaven knows. Sir Valentine offers me a post in his household far above my merits, and I go to Ingestre to-morrow; I have left in my old service the sympathy and love of my fellows, and I hope to earn trust and value from my superiors in my new! When you see me again be sure it will be as one who hath done somewhat to shew that a tyrant's cruelty cannot unnerve an honest man's heart!"

Judith Waters (the daughter of a wealthy yeoman then present,) turned paler at these words than she did at hearing the sufferings of her lover.

Felix, watching the expression of thoughts more eloquent than language, grasped her hand with warmer fondness, he attempted to speak, but after many vain efforts, he turned to his companions, and was entreating them to renew their sports, when old Gaffer Waters, advancing and leading away his daughter to the other end of the room, left poor Felix in angry suspicion of this strange movement.

"Ay, ay," he said, "thus the world wags! the whipped and discarded Felix is no longer to be regarded as the Felix high in favour, and higher in prospect, at Pype-Hall! Cannock, in its wildest range, doth not contain such a crabtree as that old Waters!"

During these hasty interjections, those who stood near Gaffer Waters observed that the old man's tones were affectionate and mild, and that the maiden's pale hue was turned to one of scarlet. Felix at length was interrupted in his ireful mood by Gaffer Waters leading up to him his only child amidst the sus pended breath and eager looks of al present. The sire thus addressed his

"Felix Redmayne, you love y daughter; I have encouraged your st and had all things gone prosperously with you, I would have waited a fing time to surrender my claims in her by making her yours for ever. But now"

"But now," said Felix, impatently, "but now, God wot! she must look out for some lover with a whole sin!Thou needest not finish, Gaffer Waters, full well I trow thy text!"

"But now," continued the senior, his hard features utterly unmoved by this interruption, 66 now, that fiting time