Tuesday, Oct. 4.

St. Dionysius the Areopagite, mar. A.D. 51. High Water Oh 56m Mor-1h 18m After. Oct. 4, 1822.-Expired at Brighton, ÆT. 39, John Walters, a skilful architect. His principal works are a beautiful chapel in the pointed style, on the London Hospital estate; the Auction Mart, by the Bank; and the parish church of St. Paul, Shadwell. In naval architecture he invented a diagonal truss, with metal braces, to be placed on the bottom of the vessels,—a discovery of considerable importance.

Wednesday, Oct. 5.

St. Ammon, Hermit.

New Moon, 44m after 9 Afternoon. Blowing weather, with intervals of showers, is frequently experienced at this period: an old proverb expresses a wish for such weather, and desires

A good October and a good blast.
To blow the hog-acorn and mast.

Thursday, Oct. 6.

St. Faitth. Vir. and Mar.

Sun rises 21m after f-Sets-38m after 5. Our saint suffered death under Deciamus, about the year 290, the most cruel torments being inflicted upon her. Vows of celibacy were highly esteemed in the early ages of the church, and even in our own times many rites still exist in honour of the virgin state. Upon the decease of a virgin, flowers are yet strewed before the corpse by yogng girls dressed in white. as emblematic of innocence. Garlands are also in some places attached to the beams of churches in which virgins have been buried.

- Oct. 6. 1789.-The massacre of the Gards-ducorps in Paris. The king (Louis XVI.) and the Royal Family brought to Paris.

Friday, Oct. 7.

St. Mark, Pope and conf. High Water 47m after 2 Morn-3m after 3 Aftern. Oct. 7. 1571.-The Battle of Lepanto.-Pope Pius the Sixth, the Venetians, and the King of Spain, equipped a formidable fleet, in order to stem the power and cruelty of the Turks, the command of which was confided to Don John of Austria, natural son of Charles the Fifth. He attacked the Turkish fleet near the gulf of Lepanto, and obtained a signal victory, the Turks losing 80.000 men, 170 galleys, with 120 smaller vessels, while 14,000 Christian slaves were thus rescued from captivity. The Pope expired shortly after that great event, which rescued Europe from a general state of thraldom; when he was succeeded to the papal chair by Buon Compagne, who assumed the name of Gregory XIII.

Saturday, Oct. 8.

St. Bridget, Widow.

Sun rises 25m after 6-sets 31m after 5. St. Bridget, also called Bright and Bride, was descended from Bergen of the royal blood of Sweden. After the death of her husband, she renounced the courtly life, and became a devout Christian. She made a pilgrimage to Rome, to venerate the reliques of so many saints as were to be found there, and afterwards died about the year A. D. 1373.

Oct. 8, 1361.-Battle between the dog of Aubrey de Montdidier and the assassin of his master. The murder of Aubrey de Montdidier, in the forest of Bondy, has long been familiar to our readers, by the frequent repetition, at most of our theatres, of the drama founded on that extraordinary occur. rence; but, as the more prominent feature of the event is omitted in the dramatic representation, we may add, that the King of France, believing that heaven would work a miracle to bring the murderer to justice, ordered a duel between Macaire, the suspected assassin, and the dog. The ground for the battle was marked out in the Isle of Notre Dame, which was then uninhabited. Macaire was armed with a large staff, the dog had a tub to retreat in. When let loose, the animal ran round his adversary, avoided his blows, until Macaire was fatigued, then sprang upon him, seized his throat, and bringing him to the ground, obliged him to confess his crime before the king and the whole cout. The battle was painted in the great hall of the castle of Montarges.

Sunday, Oct. 9.

NINETEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. Lessons for the Day. - Daniel, 3 chapter Morn.

Daniel, 6 ch. Evening.

Oct. 9, 1799-Shipwreck of La Lutine.--On the evening of this day. La Lutine, a frigate of thirty-two guns, Captain Skynner, was totally lost on the outward bank of the Fly Island Passage, near the Texel, on the coast of Holland. In the annals of our naval history, there has scarcely ever happened a loss attended with so much calamity, both of a public as well as a private nature. There was on board 600,000 dollars, about 140,0007. sterling in specie, which had been shipped by individual merchants in this country, for the relief of different distressed commercial houses in Hamburgh. There were also several merchants on board, all of whom, together with the captain and crew, unfortunately perished. The only survivor was a Mr. Schabrack, a notary public.

Monday, Oct. 10.

St. Francis Borgia, Conf. A.D. 1572. High Water 20m after 4 Mor-31m after 4 Aftern.

Oct. 10, 1661.-The French Ambassador insulted at London. Court d'Estrade, Minister for France, and Baron Vatteville, the Spanish Minister, making their public entry into London, disputed for precedence. The Spanish Ambassador, who had more money, and a more numerous retinue than his opponent, contrived to kill the horses in the French carriages, and the servants of Count d'Estrade, wounded and dispersed, suffered the Spaniards to advance first, with their naked swords in triumph. Louis XIV. informed of the insult recalled his ambassador, to tell Philip the Fourth, that in case he refused to acknowledge the superiority of the crown of France, and repair the affront by a solemn satisfaction war would be declared. Philip, unwilling to plunge his kingdom into a new war for the precedence of an ambassa dor, sent Count Fuentes to declare to the king at Fontainbleau, in the presence of all the ministers in France, that the Spanish ministers would necer more contend for precedence with those of France.

Ellustrated Article.

THE LAST OF THEIR RACE:
A TALE OF THE WEST.
For the Olio

THOUGH romance, novel and tale have been poured forth with a liberal hand for many years, and human life (and often-times something beyond humanity) has been pictured in almost every shape and variety of circumstance, still there are large and unexplored fields, from whence an inexhaustible fund may be drawn, for the amusement of such as delight to ramble in the wilds of fiction, and lose themselves, their joys and sorrows, in those of an imaginary being, or one who lived "to grace the world some centuries gone bye." Every village has its tale-every romantic situation, torrent, or fountain, has its legend; and, long before an hundredth part has been given to the world, this generation will have passed away, and other men will fill their places.

The family of Trenance once held a distinguished station among the worthies VOL. VIII.

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of the west, but they have all vanished before the wand of the great magician death; their names are nearly forgotten, their mansion has sunk to the ground, and their lands are gone to other hands, who knew them not, or perhaps only as dependants upon the lords of the soil they now call their own. The following story of one of them was told me a short time since, and, like a good citizen, I hasten to give it to my fellow subjects and brethren of the realm; to repay some of them (as far as my abilities will permit) for the pleasure they have given me in the perusal of tales, with which mine can never be brought into comparison; to amuse others, whose good offices I thankfully acknowledge; to the public, "all and every of them," for I have long lived upon their bounty; and perhaps to indulge a little vanity of my own, willing to see myself in print.

Early in the morning of the 23d July, 1595, two gallies, making towards the land, were discovered by the inhabitants of the town of Mousehole. The terrors of the Spanish Armada had hardly subsided, and as these were evidently

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vessels of war, they were viewed with much anxiety, and various were the conjectures as to the purport of their visit; that they were strangers was plainly seen by the working of their vessels, but of what nation could not be ascertained, as only one boat was at that time near them, and this they detained; whether to prevent the people on shore being alarmed and prepared to resist invasion, or as a pilot, was not known; but the inhabitants of the town were not left long in suspense, for on reaching the rock called the Merlin, they hoisted Spanish colours, and immediately landing, some men commenced hostilities. When taken by surprise, men have rarely readiness of mind to escape a threatening evil, and generally use methods to avoid danger quite contrary to what they would have done had the event been foreseen-thus, instead of opposing the invaders, the people fled in every direction, and the work of fire and plunder was carried on without opposition. Superstition, as powerful as an enemy, aided the bold intruders, in the shape of an old prophesy, which stated-"That strange men should land on the Merlin, and destroy Newlyn, Mousehole and Paul." So universal was the panic, from the belief this prophesy was now about to be fulfilled, that it was some time before any one could be brought to oppose the enemy; but when the first alarm had passed away, they saw the absurdity of such conduct, and rushed to the combat. It was then the invaders had to repent of their temerity, and make a precipitate retreat, to escape being in turn reduced to the necessity of surrendering to the mercy of an incensed foe.

At this time the family of Sir Edward Trenance were on a visit to Mousehole, and in the confusion of the moment, when nearly the whole attention of every one was to secure their own safety, it was not noticed that the strangers, in their retreat, had carried off Uter Trenance, a fine boy, five years of age, and the crew of the boat they had first detained, as living testimonies of their courageous invasion of the British coast.

Sir Edward was at this time employed in the service of his country in another part of the kingdom. The mother, in her despair for the loss of her boy, knew not what course to follow, and several days elapsed before she could summon courage to inform her husband of the event which had robbed him of his greatest pride-his only son. This

delay, and the tedious travelling of that period, prevented immediate pursuit, and the Spanish gallies were far, far away before any attempt could be made to recover the infant prisoner. In the meantime gaily over the waves sped the barks of Spain; they were going to their homes triumphant; they were returning to the land of their birth, pleasure dancing in their eyes, while the olive cheek glowed with feelings of delight, and the gay and joyous songs of Spain echoed from one to the other of the crew, as they neared the port to which they belonged-their own dear home ;while the English prisoners, dejected and sorrowful, looked wistfully as the hills of Britain sank beneath the horizon, and the thoughts of a long and tedious captivity clouded the brow, and made tears involuntarily gush from eyes that would have looked on death with composure.

The vessels reached the Spanish port in safety; but beyond this, though thousands were expended to get tidings of the lost one, year after year, no information could be obtained. This was the first great stroke levelled at the prosperity of the Trenance family,—the commencement of misfortunes which humbled their pride, and taught them to respect the misfortunes of others, by the remembrance of their own.

Fifteen years had nearly passed since the loss of the boy; though Sir Edward was not old in years, sorrow had bent him down, and he bore the marks of extreme old age; he had lost his influence in the council chamber—bolder, if not better, courtiers had usurped his place; his wife and children were all swept away, he had seen them, one after the other, go down to the grave, yet it was not till the last of his race had fallen asleep in death that man gave way to the father, and he wept, as he found himself, like the solitary palm of the desart, living amidst eternal barrenness, a dry and withered trunk.

Providence, in pity to our weakness, has given hope to illumine the dark passages in our lives, and now, when every other object on which he had to depend was gone, the thought of his long lost son came to his imagination, and a hope that he might once more be restored to his arms.

This hope, this joy was fondly cherished, When every other hope had perished; and supported Sir Edward in his loneliness,-perhaps he was now the only being of his name, the last of all his

father's sons and the sole survivor of a family who had inherited the title he bore for a long succession of years; but he hoped that one day, by some event, his son-his long lost son-would be restored; and, ere the grave covered him, that son would be at hand to minister to his dying hours, to transmit to posterity the name and virtues of his forefathers, and be the support and protector of the numerous tenantry and dependants of the family.

Another year passed, no tidings came to cheer the dwelling of Trenance, and he determined, as a last attempt, to embark himself for Spain. The following spring was to see him leave England, and a vessel, fitted up for his accommodation, was undergoing the necessary repairs in a little creek, called the Gannel, on the north coast of Cornwall.

Preparatory to this voyage, Sir Edward removed from his principal residence, to a small habitation near the place he designed to embark. February was to have been the time of sailing December was already past-January had numbered some of his days, when a series of storms arose, and with them an event which entirely changed the prospects of Trenance.

Though the month of Januury 1602 was remarkable for tempestuous weather, yet the fifteenth of that month was peculiarly a day of storms; from sunrise to sunset the heavens were overshadowed with immense masses of black clouds, from which fell torrents of cold sleety rain; and the wind from the north-west, full on the shore, had lashed the waves into a sheet of foam along the whole line of coast. The labours of the husbandman and the inhabitants of the inland districts were entirely suspended, while the fishermen, seamen, and the dwellers in the villages bordering the sea, were on the alert to secure their own property, and, at the same time, keeping a sharp look-out to see if any vessel in distress approached the shore; this, from the nature of the coast, would in all probability be certain destruction, and from which many had and still hoped to derive great advantage.

Night closed upon the scene, and, saving the hollow, heavy roll of the ground sea, and the roar of the storm, all was at rest, excepting a few individuals-rambling about among the cliffs, intent on securing such articles as the waves might throw upon the shore, and to appropriate them to their own benefit. The wind did not abate, but rather

increased with the night; still, however, nothing occurred to disturb the slumbers of those who had retired to repose, until about an hour after midnight, when the heavy boom of a signal gun told that some vessel was driving towards the shore. Another and another sounded gloomily over the deep, and roused the sleepers from their beds. In a short space of time, half-dressed people might be seen hurrying to and fro, and the rocks were covered with persons anxiously looking to the quarter from whence the signals of distress came, endeavouring to discover, from the lights on board, what she was, and the probability of her keeping the sea till daybreak, the time of high water, and the only period that any hopes of saving the vessel or crew could be en

tertained.

At this moment how fearful and terrible were the workings of Providence; the ocean bursting over the immense rocks of the Towan head was covered with foam, which the wind carried to the land like flakes of snow; the ship in the offing hanging between life and death as it were by a thread, while the exertions of those on board, as they appeared through a glass, seemed more than human; then the demoniac joy and yells of the plunderers waiting on the shore for their prey, contrasted with the determined air of those on the side of humanity, who were resolved to oppose any attempt of the other party to add to the miseries of the distressed mariners, proved that human passions. were as wild and hard to be controlled as the fury of the elements. These were rough times: the people were but half civilized, and wanted powerful examples to subdue the natural propensity in uncultivated minds to consider property thus driven on the coast as their own; but now, the inhabitants of this country are as humane as any, who, moving in polished society, shrink with horror at the name of a wrecker.

The morning at last slowly began to dawn, and then the ship could be plainly discovered at a short distance from the headland, pitching at times with awful fury in the waves; and at another moment, lifted by the ocean swell high aloft, to be again lost in the foaming abyss.

Among the number who crowded the rocks was Sir Edward Trenance and some of the neighbouring gentry ; to them the scene was by no means new, and they tried every method to restrain