The man, who, for the long space of thirty-five years, had never lost sight of his family, was a being of no common stamp. THE DOG AND GOOSE. THE following account of a Canada goose is so extraordinary, that it would with difficulty gain credit, were not a whole. parish (East Barnet) able to vouch for the truth of it.-One of. those birds was observed to attach itself, in the strongest and most affectionate manner, to the house-dog, but never presumed to go into the kennel except in rainy weather. Whenever the dog barked, the goose would cackle, and run at the person she supposed the dog barked at, and try to bite him by the heels. Sometimes she would attempt to feel with the dog, but this the dog, who treated his faithful companion rather with indifference, would not suffer. This bird would not go to roost with the others at night, unless driven by open force; and when, in the morning, she was turned into the field, she would never stir from the yard-gate, but sit there the whole day in sight of the dog. At last orders were given that she should be no longer molested. Being thus left to herself she ran about the yard with him all night, and what is particularly extraordinary, whenever the dog went out of the yard, and ran into the village, the goose always accompanied him, contriving to keep up with him by the assistance of her wings, and in this way of running and flying, followed him all over the parish. This extraordinary affection of the goose towards the dog, which continued till his death, two years after it was first observed, is supposed to have originated from his having saved her from a fox, in the very moment of distress. While the dog was ill the goose never quitted him day or night, not even to feed, and it was apprehended that she would have been starved to death, had not orders been given for a pan of corn to be set every day close to the kennel. At this time the goose generally sat in the kennel, and would not suffer any one to approach it except the person who brought the dog's or her own food. The end of this faithful bird was melancholy; for when the dog died she would still keep possession of the kennel; and a new house-dog being introduced, which in size and colour resembled that lately lost, the poor goose was unhappily deceived, and going into the kennel as usual, the new inhabitant seized her by the throat and killed her. Gleanings. ANECDOTE OF DR. MONSEY. THE Doctor was going along Oxford-market, observed a poor woman, with a big belly, at a butcher's shop asking the price of a fine piece of beef. The brute answered the woman, "One penny a-pound;" thinking, no doubt, it was too good for her. "Weigh that piece of beef," said the Doctor. "Ten pounds and a half," said the butcher. "Here, good woman," cried the Doctor, "hold up your apron, and take that beef home to your family." "God bless your honour!" "Go off, directly home no compliments!-Here, Mr. Butcher, (says the Doctor), give me change out of this shilling for that poor woman's beef!" "What do you mean, Sir ?" replied the butcher." Mean, Sir, why, to pay for the poor woman's beef what you asked her a penny a pound. Come make haste, and give me these halfpence; I am in a hurry."-Why, Sir," said the butcher." No why Sirs with me (said the Doctor), give me my change instantly or 14 break your head." The butcher again began to expostulate, and the Doctor struck him with all his force with his cane. A number of other butchers had by this time gathered around him. The Doctor told the story, and they could not refrain from laughing at brother Steel. The butcher vowed he would summons the Doctor before the Court of Conscience. The latter gave the man his address, but he never got his change, or heard any more of the butcher. THE FEMALE EYE. A modern writer gives the following enumeration of the expressions of a female eye:-The glare, the stare, the leer, the sneer, the invitation, the defiance, the denial, the consent, the glance of love, the flash of rage, the sparkling hope, the lan guishment of softness, the squint of suspicion, the fire of jealousy, and the lustre of pleasure. ANCIENT LAW ANECDOTE. Whilst More was Lord Chancellor, a person who had a suit in Chancery, sent him two silver flaggons, not doubting of the agreeableness of the present. On receiving them, the inflexable Magistrate called one of his servants, and told him to fill the vessels with the best wine in the cellar; and turning round to the person who had presented them, said-" Tell your master, that if he approves of my wine I beg he will not spare it"-and thus returned the cups. COFFEE-HOUSES. It is recorded in a view of London, published nearly a century ago, that "the first coffee-house ever opened in England was kept by a barber, named James Farr, at the sign of the Rainbow, opposite Chancery lane. In 1708 he was presented by the Inquest of St. Dunstan's in the West, for making and selling an outlandish liquor called Coffee, to the great nuisance and prejudice of the health of the neighbourhood."Who would have imagined then, that 50 years after the above period, such nuisances would have increased in number to 8000?-In 1768, when signs were taken down to give a free circulation to the air of the metropolis, and the streets paved in the present manner, the numerous little taverns decreased, but coffee-houses continued to multiply, in consequence of the College of Physicians The publicly stating, that coffee was a wholesome beverage. coffee-houses in London and its environs now exceed 9000 in number. ANECDOTE OF SIR RICHARD STEEL. About the year 1726 Sir Richard Steel made a journey to On Scotland in company with many gentlemen of distinction. their way, when near Annan, they observed a flock of sheep, and at a little distance, the keeper stretched on the ground, with a book in his hand. Prompted by his usual desire of prying into human nature in every character, Sir Richard proposed to his companions a little conversation with the shepherd; on which they all made up to him. The Knight inquired the name of the book in his hand? The shepherd immediately started on his feet, and told him the title of it-Pray what do you learn from this book? continued Sir Richard. I learn from it the way to heaven, replied the shepherd. Very well, added the knight, we are fellow-travellers bound to the same place, and it will be very obliging if you will shew us the way hither. With all my will attend me to an emiheart, rejoined the shepherd, if y you nence just at hand. To this proposal Bir Richard and his companions readily assented, and followed the shepherd to a rising ground, from which they had the view of an antique tower,a few miles distant. The shepherd then turning to Sir Richard, you see, Sir, said he, yonder tower; the way to it lies straight by it, and is the only safe and certain way to future happiness. Amazed at the clownish oddity and simplicity of the direction, Sir Richard inquired of him what that tower was called? To which the shepherd replied Sir, and please your Honour, the namc of it is, THE TOWER OF REPENTANCE. This famous tower (according to tradition) was erected to expiate the guilt of a crime above the rate of ordinary penance, to the memory of one of the saints. Poetry. THE COQUETTE TURNED MANIAC! AIR-THE WINDINGS OF DOON. As gay as the lark that o'er Eden sweet singing While fresh blowing flow'rs round their arbour were springing, I heard a fair maid, as I roam'd o'er the meadows, Oh! the song she sung was concerning her lover, But now he had left her nor was he a rover ! -For while gurleless he made gentlest love-unregarding And for years-Pride each impulse of nature discarding- And though oft in his absence corroding reflections Thus involv'd in a vortex of folly unheeding, Which awaken'd to misery her bosom, now bleeding, Here the Maiden re-sung that ever dear lover Now worlds she would forfeit his love to recover -Oh, no!-in a chariot of lightning he's riding, See! the reins through the clouds he to love is confiding, Like an eagle, fast, fast, to my arms he's descending! -Ah! heaven, 'twill break!-O, my heart-strings are rending! B b Hence her strains they grew wild; and dissonant her measure, Oh! I pitied the Maniac that first gave me pleasure, Banks of Ayr. HUGH. LINES Wrote on seeing a young Widow, in singular circumstances of distress, singing her Infant asleep. Dejected, forsaken, and wasted wi' care, She lulls her poor Orphan asleep on her knee, Her support and solace in days that are flown By Death frae her bosom untimely was torn; The Night finds her laid on the pillow of Grief; The Morn but awakens to succession of woes; And they whom she look'd to for earthly relief Stand first in the host of the merciless foes!! Sweet Hope may yet point to a happier day, When Pity their cold, harden'd bosoms may But the soothings of Sympathy ne'er will repay thaw The lov'd bosom-treasure that Death's ta'en awa. R. M. ON SCANDAL. Of all the base crimes that disgrace human nature, |