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where he should drive him to, deceased gave a loud laugh, and told him to him to drive to h-1). Witness took the answer as a joke, and asked deceased to point out to him the road, upon which deceased said, “You are pretty fellow for a London cabman, not to know the way to h-11; there are five thousand ways in London-take the first; go through Wych Street, and up Drury Lane.” Witness drove on : at this time tbere was heavy rain, accompanied by thunder and lightning: deceased cried out at several times, that it was a “glorious night!" and told witness to drive like the d-). On reaching Drury Lane, he called to witness to pull up at a public house; deceased entered, and called for a stiff glass of brandy, which he drank; he made witness drink also, and treated several persons who were standing at the bar; he laid down a sovereign, and told the bar-maid to keep the change, saying, that he was going to a place where he would not want money ; he again entered the cab, and told witness to drive on towards Holborn; it poured rain; the windows of the cab were all up; when witness arrived at Holborn, he called out to deceased to know which way he was to drive; he called twice, but received no answer; he (witness) thought deceased had fallen asleep, and drove near to a lamp, in order that he might see better. Witness looked through the front window of the cab, and perceived that deceased had taken off his coat, and was as if reclining across the cab; the window of the cab was dimmed with the rain, and the witness could not see distinctly. He called again, but received no answer; upon which he got down, opened the door of the cab, and found, to his horror, that the deceased had cut his throat with a razor, which lay clasped in his hand. Deceased had his shirt sleeves turned up, and both arms were cut across in several places. Witness immediately called to a policeman who happened to be near the spot. The policeman and witness carried deceased to the Boar's Head Tavern, which was the nearest public house.'
"The bar-maid of the Feather's Public House, Drury-lane, corroborated that part of the cabman's evidence which related to the deceased going into the house and drinking the brandy.
“The policeman stated that he was on bis beat at Holborn, saw a cab stop, and heard the driver call out to know where to drive to; the cab was driven up to a lamp-post near witness; saw the cabman open the door of the cab, and start back. Witness here corroborated the cabman's evidence.
“The coroner addressed the jury, and a verdict was returned of * Temporary insanity.'
"Dreadful indeed,” said I, when Ned had finished reading.
“He was a fine man,” said Ned,-“ No doubt it was love, or some such foolish thing. I hope I'll never have such another fare ;-it wouldn't agree with my perves. Ned's last adventure certainly did not agree with my nerves. I began to reflect on the dreadful consequences of such a crime; this led me to inquire into the causes, and my mind began to conjure up such dreadful pictures of misery occaSioned by sin in this world, that I started up, took a hasty leave of my friend Black Ned, and bent my way homewards with a heavy heart.
THE CONQUEST OF MONA.*
As the assembly paused,
“ Heaven, I fear all !” the chief Druid cried ;
a MS. Poem, in twelve books, entitled “ Boadicea, or, The
And youth was taught devotion to the Gods,
" Pause, Briton, in that speech!” a Druid cried,
The chief resumed" Father! I own the fault You have most justly censured ; and I pray Pardon for words dictated by my warmth. 'Twas early in the morn of four suns since, We soldiers (who were stationed near the shore, And slumbered through the stilly hours of night Beneath the lofty trees, whose foliage masks The island's face turning towards Britain's hills,) Were roused by messengers, with looks of fear, Who cried, in terror, that the Roman force Was landing on the isle. With haste we armed, And hurried towards the spot the guides had named. The reverend priests we found assembled there, Within the holy temple, offering Their sacrifices, with their pray’rs to Heaven, Beseeching aid in this extremity. Gathered around the sacred circle, stood The affrighted women, with dishevelled hair ; And children sobbed within their mothers' arms, Unconscious of the dangers that drew nighHanging, with threat'ning aspect, o'er their heads. Leaving them in the worship of the gods, Whose favour fall upon our groaning land We bent our rapid course to reach the strait Before the Romans could advance, and gain A footing firm upon the wooded shore, That banks the waters with an emerald wall. Fear had proclaimed the foe already crossed The stream that flowed and glistened 'neath the sun; But we belield them ranged upon the beach That lies opposed to Man's oak-shaded isle. While we thus viewed the enemy's array, Whose armour cast the early sun-beams back, Whose standards proudly pointed to the skies, And banners gaily waved upon the wind, The venerable Druid priests approached In slow procession, sacredly adorned, While solemn awe stole o'er the multitude.
In strangest contrast then the women came,
Pre-eminent : our soldiers turned in Alight,
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