linseed-oil, put four-pennyworth of alkanet-root, and two-pennyworth of rose-pink, in an earthen vessel; let it remain all night; then stirring well, rub some of it all over the tables with a linen rag; when it has lain some time, rub it bright with linen cloths.

Eating-tables should be covered with mat, oil-cloth, or baize, to prevent staining, and be instantly rubbed when the dishes are taken off, while still warm.

TO DESTROY CRICKETS.

Put Scotch snuff upon the holes where they come out.

ΤΟ MAKE FLANNELS KEEP THEIR COLOUR, AND NOT SHRINK.

Put them into a pail, and pour boiling water on, letting them lie till cold, the first time of washing.

PASTE FOR CHAPPED HANDS, AND WHICH WILL PRESERVE THEM

SMOOTH BY CONSTANT USE.

Mix a quarter of a pound of unsalted hog's lard, which has been washed in common and then rosewater, with the yolks of two newlaid eggs, and a large spoonful of honey. Add as much fine oatmeal, or almond-paste as will work into a paste.

FOR CHAPPED LIPS.

Put a quarter of an ounce of benjamin, storax, and spermaceti, two penny-worth of alkanet-root, a large juicy apple chopped, a bunch of black grapes bruised, a quarter of a pound of unsalted butter, and two ounces of bees-wax, into a new tin saucepan. Simmer gently, till the wax, &c. are dissolved, and then strain it through a linen cloth. When cold, melt it again, and pour it into small pots or boxes; or if to make cakes, use the bottoms of tea-cups.

AN EXCELLENT STOMACHIC CORDIAL, GOOD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY.

One drachm of tincture of bark, and two of the tincture of senna, mixed.

ORIGINAL POETRY.

RHIMES, ILLUSTRATIVE OF ENGLISH PRONUNCIATION.

When saw you last our friend Toм WEEDING?

Last week at Quilldrive's, papers reading.

Where has he fix'd his board and bedding?

Just in the neighbourhood of Reading.

But why from town acquaintance fly?
Because he hates to meet their eye.
You're bound to Suffolk now, I say?
Yes, down I go to live at Fye.
And so when friends' advice I'm
needing,

I'll find good Tom at Reading, reading:

For you to Suffolk post away
To greet your friendly eye at Eye!

THE MARKETS. THERE has been little variation in the prices of provision during the last week, but that little has been in advance. Beef has been sold above 6d. the pound by the quarter; mutton, 7d. by the whole sheep; veal, 8d. by the side; and pork, 9d. by the pig.--Fish has been tolerably plenty and cheap; last week's prices may be quoted: cod is now in high perfection; Dutch eels meet a good demand from the purveyors of real fresh-water eels. They purchase them at Billingsgate, aud place them in their wears on the banks of the Thames and the Lea. They are bought at about 8d. the pound, and sold (on account of their pretended scarcity), for 3s. or 4s. the pound. Verily, there is roguery in all trades, save thine and mine.

IS DEATH JUST PUNISHMENT FOR

FORGERY?

(Plate.)

No nation on the face of the earth punishes the crime of forgery with death but England! Before the onepound notes ceased to be issued, the Old Bailey was like a human slaughterhouse: making-nay, passing, a onepound note was felony, and those convicted of it, never escaped death. A power the most extraordinary, and the most disgraceful to our national wisdom, was given to the Bank Directors, namely, to PARDON OF PUT TO DEATH! If forgers pleaded guilty to the minor offence, these Directors vouchsafed their mercy; but if they refused, and were found guilty, death was inevitable! Those one-pound notes and the present five-pound notes are of the most simple nature, and therefore most easily forged; yet, notwithstanding the temptation which this facility afforded-urged perhaps by poverty -the mere passing one of them was punished with the same degree of rigour as the most atrocious murder! Is not this wrong? Is not the injustice and cruelty of it most flagrant?

Forgery in this country, where property is so much in its power, should be opposed by the most effectual means; but this means we have not yet found; and-if found, should the antidote to it

be extended in any instance so far as death? Familiarity with this climax of the law against forgery may make men think lightly of it; but those whose duty it is to administer wholesome rules for government, should reflect calmly and religiously upon the excess of punishment which our laws award in this crime-look with an eye of thought upon all its bearings-bring home the crime in imagination, and its punishment to their own doors, and then say whether DEATH ought to be pronounced upon the forger. At most, forgery is but a species of swindling; and by swindling in other ways may there not be as dire destruction brought upon the heads of unsuspecting men as by forgery? The assassin, who, with cool and heartless breast, severs the head from your body, is punished with death; the ravisher who inflicts irreparable misery upon the virtuous wife or daughter, is punished with death; the highway robber, who strips you of your all at the muzzle of his pistol, is punished with death; the burner, who sinks in conflagration life and property, is punished with death; and the man who, deceived by false hopes and a belief that he will NOT injure in the end, obtains, by a false pretence, his neighbour's cash (for this is forgery), is also punished with death! Now, mercy has been often granted to those forementioned crimes, yet to forgery never. O Ararice! thou art the parent of this cruel inequality. The fraudulent bankrupt, which every day shows us, sweeps away as much, and as effectually as the forger, escapes; and the swindler, who uses all other arts but that of imitating his neighbour's name, is only imprisoned or transported!-Good God! is that right? Can we be merciful-can we be just, and suffer such cruelty and inequality of punishment to exist? Men will answer us, and say, "If you did not hang them, we should never be safe; forgery would be as common as sum. shine." To this, we say, "Look to France, where bills and notes are as common as in England; yet the crime of forgery seldom occurs! yet the French do not punish it by death.”

It is alleged as a reason why none

are pardoned for this crime, that the twa Perreau's were refused mercy, and subsequently Dr. Dodd; adding, "that if any should after them be pardoned, the first are murdered." So if we once do wrong, we must continue to do so! Can this be reason? Will it injure those who have fallen victims to this law, to be merciful to those who come after them on the road of crime? And is the British seat of mercy to remain relentless on this point because it never has relented? False false reasoning! The greatest blot upon British criminal law is death for forgery.

We are led into these observations from the general topic of the day, the case of Mr. Fauntleroy; and as we consider the discussion of every matter tending to promote the economy of society, in moral as well as physical sense, applicable to our work, we make no apology for our opinions upon this subject. We have a paper by us which we penned for a periodical at the time when six individuals were executed at the Old Bailey at once for passing one-pound notes-it is somewhat better than four years

ago.

Two individuals, a man and a woman, had been executed four days before for the same offence having refused to plead guilty to the minor offence. This paper may not be unacceptable to our readers, and therefore we insert it, which is as follows:

Confession of a Bank Director.

MR. EDITOR;-Being the confidential friend and adviser of a gentleman who is one in the supreme go. vernment of the greatest pawnbroker'c shop in England (the Bank), I was favoured with a friendly call by him shortly after the last slaughtering day at the Old Bailey. It was rather early for a visit of business; and by his sunken eye and quivering lip, I too well suspected his heart had something to pour out. He sat down by my bed-side (for I had not yet risen), and in a weak voice told me his sufferings. He said that remorse had fixed on him-(thinks I, it is time for it) and all from his last night's dream, which he repeated to me; and on concuding (as he knew I was a

writing sort of a man), begged I would send the statement to some public paper, as a mite of atonement for his manifold murders. The following are his "Confessions":

"My dear friend, as you are well acquainted with all my private affairs, I will not hide any of my feelings or infirmities from you. I had lost an enormous sum at my favourite game, and, not a whit the worse, went, as I was at the West-end, to see my dear extravagant little French girl, whose conjuring arts prevailed on me to spend the night at her house. Next morning I got up, took breakfast with her, paid her jeweller's bill 3,000l., her coachmaker's 1,500!., milliner's, perfumer's,shoemaker's, hair-dresser's, and various others, to the amount of 35,000l., by drafts on the concern, that being their quarterly day for payment, and my wish always not to encumber myself with accompts. Well, Sir, at parting, I kissed the dear little rogue, and she told me I looked forty years younger. I stepped into a hackney-coach, and bade her farewell, promising to call upon her in a day or two, by which time she would have returned from a visit to a French relation, and also reminding her that I left a draft on the concern for 5001. up stairs, for her pocket money.

"The coach drove off, and I was as gay as a lark,' playing with the tassels and coach-glasses, whistling, and fancying what pleasant hours I should enjoy at a city feast of which I was to partake that evening, whenjolt stops the carriage. I saw I was at Ludgate-hill, and, putting my head out, I asked the fellow what stopped the way? The crowd, Sir,' said he, and a coal-waggon.' What's the crowd for?' said I-(if I had put my head out on the other side of the carriage, I need not have asked the question). Why, Sir, the misfortunate souls!' replied Jarvis, and I thought I saw his eyes swimming.

Who? what? my friend?' said I. He could not answer, for at that mo ment a groan from the crowd arrested every one's attention, and gave me a full answer. "God have mercy un them!' echoed and echoed and 1

mured. I looked out at the other window, and, O my God! beheld six of my fellow-creatures struggling in all the horrors of death! I verily believe I never wept before; my heart was smitten. Would to God the coach had driven on! My very blood was bursting its vessels. D -n' the coachman!' said I, sobbing. Again the murmur of the people assailed me louder and louder still. Down with the Bank! Murder! murder! God have mercy on them! I could not bear it, I got out of the coach, put all the silver I had into the coachman's hand, and literally ran away, not knowing whither.

"On recovering my reasoning faculties I found myself at the water side, approaching Southwark bridge. I returned, and in a short time arrived at the Bank, where I hoped the bustle of business would smother the unpleasant feelings excited by the stopping of the coach; but, alas! every note which I saw in the course of business passing from hand to hand, seemed tickets of admission to Newgate, and the clerks as I passed through them looked like so many understrapping gaolers; but when I joined my colleagues, I was horrorstruck, for I looked upon them and myself as public executioners! Oh, my friend, have you ever felt remorse? No; you cannot have felt it, for you are too good a man; I looked upon myself as a toad-a heap of vileness-of filth, and I was constantly watching others' countenances to see if they manifested disgust at beholding me. I soon hastened from a scene every part of which seemed so much to increase my horror; I laid myself upon my bed, but could not sleep; a demon seemed to have fastened upon me. I was told my carriage was ready to take me to the city feast, but the appetite of all my senses had fled; I dismissed my servant to put up the horses, and I sent for my physician. The doctor soon came, and having felt my pulse, pronounced me rather feverish, and ordered me a composing draught. 'Give me something to make me sleep, doctor,' said I, at which he added ten drops more of

laudanum, and in taking leave, said I should be perfectly well to-morrow. 'I hope so,' said I, and bade him good night, at the same time confidently believing I should not. Alas! he knew not the nature of my malady.

"Well, Sir, I soon got into bed, and took my medicine, anxious to bury in sleep every reflection; the draught soon operated, and I gradually fell into a sleep; but can I call it a sleep? Oh, no! it was worse than waking, it was the very acme of living misery. The bare recital of my dream will horrify me; but I'll go on; I will let you hear it, for I know you will give me consolation.

I thought that a voice of thunder had awakened me, and that on looking upon a majestic figure, armed, and appearing like the figure usually painted as the Genius of Britain, beckoned me with a resolute and commanding air to follow. I instantly complied. The figure led me to a deep, damp vault, lighted by a torch, which flashed a yellow light upon the horrible recesses of the subterraneous chamber, and showed me a sight that appalled me. Behold! said the frowning figure, and fixed his petrifying eye upon me. I turned and looked; heaps on heaps of human carcases lay before me in every stage of decay; but, above all, two newly deposited bodies caught my attention, and struck me with the deepest horror! The light shone full upon their swollen faces, and I recognized the very two that last suffered by the mandate of our junta; those who refused to plead guilty, and in consequence of their disobedience to our will, were put to death! I gave a piteous scream, and supplicated my conductor to take me from the sight; but a deeper frown had the effect of terrifying me into taciturnity. Be hold,' resumed the figure, the corses of your victims! these are the slaughtered of your hands! your snare has caught them, and this is the pit into which they have fallen! Look at yonder mangled heaps of those that have been thoughtless youths, and these the children of poverty and wretchedness, while yonder pile of