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feeling of humanity, that the earth “Why here's my paper, sure enough," groans under him as he walks." Now said Mr. Thomas Jenkins. "Yes sir, I Mr. Thomas Jenkins may be a very de- am the editor of this journal; but, sir, cent name, but I never heard of it be- upon my soul-why, you use language in fore. I was naturally very indignant, reference to it, I confess – ["_ Look and inwardly vowed that if I should here," said I, dragging Mr. Jenkins by ever meet with the gentleman, I would his collar to a position where the article give him some slight testimonial of my which I have taken the trouble to copy regard. One afternoon, I was waited above, stared him full in the face; “ look on by a little, dininutive dandy, with here, sir, at its licentiousness. Did you a rattan and whiskers. He was pale write that article, sir? answer me that.” and consnuptive-looking, and had that “What! that article ? Let's 's

see ; kind of cough which reminds a man of and he hummed over the conspicuons a quiet corner in a country church- words -- base assassin - alligator yard, and makes him inclined to mora- steain-boat-goes the whole hog_chaslise. Yet a long collar prolruding over tisement - vile tool cowardly falsehis chin, and the air of studied grace hoods -ah! yes, I remember-la, ha, with which he rapped his slender in- ha! What ! that's the way the wind struments of perambulation with his blows, is it? Yes, sir, I certainly did rattan, taught the observer that while write that ; but, sir, I hope you don't the precarious personage before him remember these trifles! We, editors did remain on earth, it was his wish to you know, are privileged 10 a little appear 10 every possible advantage. freedom of speech; hut, bless my soul, « Pray, sir," said he, taking off his hat, sir, I meant no harm. Why there is not and lookirg very amiable and interestá a single human being, I do assure you, ing, "have I the honour of addressing sir,” laying his hand on his heart, the editor of the — ?” “L'am the editor, “ whom I respect more sincerely than said I. ** I am very happy to know you, I do you. Talways respected you, as sir," he said. "This is my first visit every man must who knows you, but to your city, and my friends have been this paragraph was written in a hasty so kind as to furnish me with letters to moment. Perhaps I was a little warm 5 many of your citizens. Do me the fa- but, that's the way we, editors, do these vour to peruse this." He handed me a things; they give spirit to the paper. letter, tapped his boots with his rattan, People always understand them ; They yawned, and cast his eyes about, with mean nothing; but, if you were offende ihe air of a self-satistied fop, while I ed, 1 beg your pardon, and assure you read the following:-". Dear sir,--This it was unintentional.” Alibough' I did will make you acquaint with niy excel- not admire Mr. Jenkins's style of giving lent, friend, Mr. Thomas Jenkins, edi- spirit to his paper, I could not proceed tor of them, of this place. He is a gentle after such an humble apology, and so man of education ; and, I should esteem we parted. From Dreams und Reveries of myself greatly obliged by any attentions a Quiet Man, you may have it in your power to render him during his stay in your city. THE ANGRY CHILD.* Yours truly, P. B." Why, you impudent scoundrel," said l, as soon as my Little Harriet M - was between four surprise suffered me to speak, “how and five years old; she was in many redare you, sir, to presume 10 trust your spects a very good litle girl. She was body within reach of one whom you obedient, very affectionate to her friends, have so deeply insulted and aggrieved ?" and very obliging and kind; but she I laid my hand on his collar, and paus. had a very violeni temper. When any ed at the expression of uiter astonish- thing teazed or provoked her, she ment which appeared in bis face, as be would get into a perfect transport of replied, “ Insulied ! aggrieved! who? fury, and tear and sirike whatever was 1? My dear sir, I beg your pardon. in her way. One day her mamia was Some mistake, presume. You have passing the nursery door, she heard a mistaken the person ; my name, as you great noise within, and her little Harwill perceive by the letier which you riet's voice speaking in a tone that hold in your hand - my name, sir, is made her sure she was bad ; so she Jenkins-Mr. Jenkins-Mr. Thomas opened the door, and there she saw Jenkins.''

I took down a file of his Harriet, with her little face swelled and paper. “ Are you, sir," I asked, "the distorted with rage, her curly hair all editor of this infamous, coarse, brutal,

The above is from The Infant Aanual disgraceful, and licentious journal ? as extracted by the Literary Gazette.

torn into disorder, while with feet and never to be so bad again ; but the next hands she was kicking and striking temptation all that was forgotten, and with all her force at one of the servants she was as angry as ever. When she and crying out," I don't love you, Mary, was just your age, her mainma had a I don't love you ; I hate you." She little son-a sweet, sweet little lender slopped when she saw her mamma. baby. Here papa and mamma were What is the meaning of all this?" glad, glad--and little Eveline would said Mrs M. to the servant. " It is just have been glad too; but the servants this, ma'am,” said the servant, " that very foolishly and wickedly teased and Miss Harriet kept throwing water irritated her by telling her that papa about the room, out of her little new and samma would not care for her now, jug; when I forbade her, she threw all their love and pleasure would be the water that was in the jug in my face, this little brother, and they never would and when I attempted to take hold of mind her. Poor Eveline burst into a her to carry her to you, as you desired, passion of tears, and cried bitterly. when she did wrong, she flew at me,

is You are a wicked woman to say so; and struck me, as you have seen. mamma will always love me, I know she Mrs. M. looked very grave, and lifting will, and I'll go this very moinent and the sobbing Harriet in her arins, care ask her, I will, and she darted out of ried her into her own room. She sat the nursery, and flew to her mamina's down with her on her lap, and remain- room, the servanı in the nursery calling ed quite silent till the angry sobs had after her, “Come, come, miss, you alniost ceased. She then placed her on needn't go to your mamma's room ; her knees, and in a very solemn voice she won't see you now.?! Eve. told her to repeat after her the follow- line burst open the door of her maming words: “Oh, my Heavenly Father, ma's room, but was instantly caught look down in mercy, with pardoning hold of by a stranger woman she had mercy, on my poor little silly wicked never seen before. “My dear,” said this heart, at this moment throbbing with person, “ you cannot be allowed to see such dreadfully bad feelings as only the your mamma just now;"she would have spirit of all evil could put into it: oh, said more ; she would have told Evemy heavenly Father, drive away this line that the reason she could not see bad spirit, help me with thy good spirit, her mamma then, was because she was and pardon me the evil I have done sick, and must not be disturbed. But this day, for Christ Jesus' sake. Amen.” Eveline was too angry to listen; she Harriet trembled exceedingly; but she screamed and kicked at the woman, who, repeated the words after her mother, finding her so unreasonable, lifted her by and, as she did so, in her heart she force out of the room, and carrying her wished that God might hear them. Her into the nursery, put her down, and mamma again placed her on her lap, said to the servant there, as she was and asked if her rage was away. Har- going away, 5 that she must prevent riet answered in a soft voice, “Not miss coining to her mamma's room." quite, inamma ; but its better.” “ Very Eveline heard this, and it added to her well,” said her mother, "until it is rage; and then this wicked servant quite away, I shall tell you a story that burst out a laughing, and said, “ I told I was told when I was young, and I you thai, miss ; you see mamma dosan't hope it will make as deep an impression love you now!” The poor child beon your mind, my poor child, as it did came iad with fury; she darted at the on mine, and tend as effectually to make cradle where lay the poor little innoyou try yourself to check your bad and cent new-born baby. The maid, whose furious temper."

“ Lord and Lady- duty it was to watch over it, was lying were very great and rich people. They asleep upon her chair; and oh. Harriet, had only one child,

and it was a daughter. Harriet ! like as you did to Mary just They were very, very fond of this child, now, she struck it with all her force and she was in truth a very fine little struck it on the little tender bead-it creature, very lively, and merry and gave one feeble struggling cry, and affectionate, and exceedingly beautiful; breathed no more.” “Why, inamma, but like you, Harriet, she had a bad, mamma," cried Harriet, bursting into bad temper ; like you, she got into tran- tears, " why did it breathe no more » sports of" rage, when any thing vexed “It was dead killed by its own sister.” her, and, like you, would turn at, or Oh, mamma, mamma! what a dreadstrike whoever provoked her'; like you,' ful, what a wicked little giri! Oh mamafter every fit of rage she was grieved ma! I am not so wicked as her; I neand ashamed of herself, and resolved ver killed a little baby," sobbed Har

riet, as she hid her face in her mother's This, we believe, is perfectly true. bosom, and clung to her neck. “My The unfortunate angry child was Anna, dear child,” said Mrs. M. solemnly, Countess of Livingston. She was also “how

dare you say you are not so wick- Countess of Crawford ; and, in her right, ed as Eveline ? You are more wicked; her son succeeded to the Earldom of and, but for the goodness of God to you, Errol. It was a smoothing-iron which, might have been at this moment as mi. in her paroxysın of rage and terror, serable. Were you not in as great a she snaiched up and Aung into the inrage when I came to the nursery as she fant's cradle. "A sad chance directed was? Were you not striking Mary the blow, and the baby was murdered. with all your force, not one blow, but No other child was ever born to the repeated' blows ? and had Mary been family; and the poor girl grew up, like the object of Eveline's rage, a little fully informed of the fatal deed by which baby, you would have killed her. It she had attained so many deplorable was only because she was bigger and honours. She was most amiable, and stronger than yourself, that you did not highly esteened; but in all her life was. actually do so; and only think for a never known to smile. When very moment on the difference between the young, she was married to the unfortunprovocation poor Eveline received, and ate William, Earl of Kilmarnock-bethat which you supposed Mary gave headed in 1746—-who, whatever might you. Indeed, Mary gave you none – be the motives of his loyalty to his you were wrong, and she was right; king, was most disloyal to his wife, where no one can wonder Eveline being as bad a husband as it is possible was made angry by her wicked maid. to conceive. Notwithstanding this, his Yet you may observe, that had she not excellent, unhappy lady hurried to Longot into such ungovernable rage as not don, and made every possible effort to to listen when she was spoken to by obtain his pardon. Her want of saccess the person she saw in her mamma's is known, room, she would then have heard, that it was from no change in her mamma's DESCRIPTION OF A SPANISH INN. love that she had not seen her for several days, but because she was confined We are indebted for the following to to bed." And, mamma, what did the Memoires of Madame la Duchesse. Eveline's poor mamma say to her for d'Abrantes, as translated by the Athekilling the baby?”

« Eveline never again saw her dear and beautiful young Let the reader imagine a but of caly, mamma; she died that night of grief divided into two or three holes, scarcely and horror on hearing that her sweet more than five feet high, which were and lovely infant was murdered—and termed rooms. And from each hole exby whom." “Oh, dear, oh dear mam

haled a dreadful stench. ma-was Eveline sorry?” My love, “Ah!" cried I, drawing back, what how can you ask such a question?" a hovel! I can never sleep here! What “But, mamma, how sorry was she? a horrible house !" what way was she sorry enough ?” “In “ And yet I built it myself, exclaim, deed, Harriet, it is not easy to know or ed a deep, sepulchral voice. It proto tell how she could be sorry enough. ceeded from a man near me, who held All I know is, that she lived to be a a lamp in his hand. big lady—she lived to be herself a njo This man spoke French. I looked at ther-and in her whole life no one ever him, and beheld a dreadful countesaw her smile."

“ And, mamma, was nance. I was at first horror-struck, but it a quite true story? it is so dreadful, I took courage and addressed him: ." "Yes, my child, it is a quite

6 Good God! how came you to leave true story: that unfortunate child was your country to inhabit this savage dethe great-grandmother of the present sert?" And I added, internally, This Earl of E-1."." My dearest mamma, man must be an infamous villain, who said Harriet, once more bursting into has fied from the gallies-perhaps from tears, “ let me go upon my knees again the guillotine.” and pray to God to take away my bad And, in truth, all this was expressed temper, lest I too become so miserable.” in the dark, sinister, and murderous Yes, my love, pray to him for that, countenance of the host. and he will hear you and bless you ; I determined not to sleep in the house but also thank him for preserving you myself, but, fearful that the confined hitherto from the endless and incalcul air of a carriage might be prejudicial to able wretchedness so often produced by my child, 1 selected the best room, had one fit of sinful rage."

the window opened, juniper-berries

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barned, , and a brúsero put into it, with My God!" said Fanchette,


how the charcoal extinguished. Then leav- shall we get out from this place! My ing the child there with her nurse, I lady was right. This man is a mura went with Jánot back to the carriage, derer." in which we passed the night.

A murderer! He is rather the exeI had then with me an Italian woman, cutioner of the village. Look here!" the wife of my husband's first valet-de- And Madame Heldt again pointed to the chambre, and who acted as my house- fatal instrument. keeper. She was extremely pretty, very At length steps were heard under the much attached to me, and I was very window. It was Colonel Laborde, who partial to her. She belonged to that was going his rounds. The night was race of good servants, now extinct. She fine, and in his uneasiness-for everywould not remain in my daughter's car- body was uneasy in this dreary place -riage, in which she travelled, but pre- he had preferred not to go to bed; but ferred sleeping in one of the rooms of had taken up his bivouac upon two this horrible casa. Leaving, therefore, bundles of fresh straw which he quitted her husband to watch over the luggage, every now and then to see if all was and keep the escort in order, she took safe. On hearing the noise of his up her quarters in the apartment next cavalry boots upon the little stones to my daughter's.

with which the court was paved, FanThe latter had been asleep some time, chette called to him. In an instant when Madame Heldt entered the room, the brave and excellent young man and appeared before Fanchette (the was in Madame Heldt's room, when the nurse) with a pale and horror-struck first words he heard were corpse and countenance. Fanchette, who was na murder. On perceiving the naked feet turally no Bayard, trembled dreadfully under the bed, and not having the same on seeing the fright of her companion. fear of a dead man as the women had, My own maid had preferred sleeping in he pulled at the feet and dragged from the carriage, therefore these two were the straw in which it was enveloped, alone.

the naked body of a man, who seemed “Madame Bergeret,” said the house to have died recently, but whose corpse keeper to Fanchette, “there is a man exhibited no marks of violence. With under my bed who has been murdered.' out however giving himself time to ex

Fanchette uttered a piercing cry. amine the state of the body, he told one

"Peace? for God's sake, hold your of the women to call the master of the tongue! we shall share the same fate house. But the moment he had seized else. There is also a huge instrument the dead man by the heels, both had of torture in the room."

run into the other room and taken their Fanchette easily believed all this, station near my my daughter's cradle, and her faith would even have gone as if to ask protection from this dear much further. She, however, determined child, whose beautiful head, covered to verify the fact, and, taking the lamp with auburn tresses, rested upon one of with a trembling hand, carried it into her arms as she slept the sleep of angels. Madame Heldt's room, the latter having, M. Laborde, unwilling to give the in her terror, upset her own and extin alarm, called one of the soldiers of the guished it. Fanchette then looked un- escort, then, taking the lamp he went der the houskeeper's bed. At first she to the kitchen where he found the host saw only fresh straw chopped, such as in a sound sleep upon the floor, near is used in Spain. But on bringing the the remains of a fire round which the lamp down, she perceived the two naked muleteers had supped. feel of a inan, and above them two legs “ This man is not a murderer mat which seemed to belong to a body. least, he has not been so to-night,'

The two women, dreadfully agitated, thought M. Laborde; " but no matter, were very near falling by the side of the we must know what that corpse means.' corpse. Fanchette, braver than her He pushed the man rudely with his companion, perhaps because she had a foot, and on his awaking, held a pistol greater responsibility, stated that they to his head. The poor wretch thought must leave the room and call for assist- his last hour was come, and uttered the ance. Madame Heldt then made her ob- most doletul cries. serve the instrument of torture, which • Peace ?" said M. Laborde, or I was discovered next day to be a fail for will blow your brains out, What is it tbrashing corn. But Fanchette and the I see in one of the bed-rooms, thou housekeeper only saw what their fears atrocious murderer!” made them imagine, and that was of the 6 Good God! Sir, I am bo murmost horrible kind.

derer,” said the man, falling on his


knees and clasping his hands. I will of a dangerous disease but containing tell all. But do not acquaint, his ex- also the corpse of one who had fallen a cellency the ambassador with it. You victim to that disease !!! will see that I am guiltless of any Junot's anger rose so high that he

was about to seize the poor fellow by “M. Laborde looked sternly at him, the throat, when the priest and the vil. and the poor man, though with the air lage doctor arrived. They certified and face of a determined villain, was that the neighbourhood of the corpse so frightened that he could scarcely tell was not dangerous. The ploughboy his story. It seems that one of his had died of pleurisy. The priest had ploughboys had died that morning, and administered the extreme unction to was to be buried next day. . Our arrival him ; and as for the doctor, if tliere were had caused the removal of the corpse, marder in the case, it concerned him because the room in which it lay was more than any one else. one of the best in the house. If the ambassador or his lady had done me

Table Talk. the honour to sleep in my house, said the man, I would have had the body

STONE-BATER.-- In 1760, was brought removed in a sheet without its being to Avignon, a true lithophagos, or perceived. But as only one of their stone-eater. He not only swallowed attendants occupied the room, I thought flints of an inch and a half long, a full that the remains of poor Garcia under inch broad, and half an inch thick ; the bed, would not be in her way, more but such stones as he could reduce to particularly as she appeared so much powder, such as marble, pebbles, &c., fatigued, that I thought she would not

he made into paste, which was to him perceive the body. It seems I was mis- a most agreeable and wholesome food. taken. But, colonel, if I had com A recent writer says, I examined this mitted a murder, 1 certainly should man, with all the attention | possibly not have put any one to sleep in that could, I found bis gullet very large, his room, until I had made every trace of teeth exceedingly strong, bis saliva it disappear.

very corrosive, and his stomach lower He was right ; M. Laborde inquired than ordinary, which I imputed to the who would answer for his respect- vast number of fints he had swallowed, ability; and he referred to the priest being about five and twenty, one day and the Sangrado of the village.

with another. Upon interrogating his “ Lock me up till the morning, Sir, keeper, he told me the following parif you think I have not told you the ticulars : “ This stone-eater,” says he, truth, and then I shall be able to prove thern uninhabited island, by some of

was found three years ago in a normy innocence."

No sooner said than done ; and the the crew of a Dutch ship. Since I poor man was locked in one of his own

have had him, I make him eat raw flesh dark rooins. Two soldiers were then with his stones; I could never get him despatched to put the body upon the to swallow bread. He will drink bed it had previously occupied; and water, wine, and brandy; which last M. Laborde advised the two women to liquor gives him ininite pleasure. He carry my daughter to the carriage, as sleeps at least twelve hours in a day, the ploughboy might have died of an sitting on the ground with one knee infectious disease, the "yellow fever

over the other, and his chin resting on being then at Cadiz. Next morning i his right knee. He smokes almost all thanked M. Laborde for this kind the time he is not asleep, or is not eatthought; but Junot had no intention of ing: The flints he has swallowed he thanking the host, whom he swore he voids somewhat corroded and diniwould send to the other world after the nished in weight, the rest of his excreploughboy. The poor wretch had hid

ments resembles mortar. himself, fearful of encountering the

CAPTURE OF A BRIGAND.-My friend anger of the great lord as he termed Mr. W., a merchant of Naples, was traJunot.

velling with a Swiss merchant, and had : “ I am no great lord, thou villain!" nearly reached the city of Capua, wbich said Junot; " but I am a father, and a

is about 14 miles from Naples, when his humane master. And I cannot conceive carriage was suddenly stopped. It was how you could have thought of making night, but a beautiful moon--the moon two women and a child-and my child of Naples; which, as the witty Martoo-sleep in a room, not only impreg- chese Carracioli used to say, was worth nated with the fetid and pestilential air

a London sun, illuminated the scene,

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