INKLE AND YARICO. Who has not shed a tear over the affecting story of Inkle and Yarico! Few, we believe, who have read it, or seen the exquisite drama that is founded upon it. The following is the original narrative, divested of the embellishments of poetry: "An English ship having put into a bay, sent some of her men ashore to try what victuals or water they could find; but the Indians perceiving them to go far into the country, intercepted them on their return, and fell upon them, chasing them into a wood, where some were taken, and some killed. A young man, whose name was Inkle, straggling from the rest, was met by an Indian maid, who, upon the first sight, fell in love with him, and hid him close from her countrymen in a cave, and there fed him till they could safely go down to the shore, where the ship lay at anchor, expecting the return of their friends. But at last seeing them on the shore, the boat was sent for them, took them on board, and brought them away. But the youth, when he came to Barbadoes, forgot the kindness of the poor maid, who had ventured her life for his safety, and sold her for a slave. And so poor Yarico for her love lost her liberty." The Gatherer. "I am but a Gatherer and disposer of other men's stuff."-WOTTON. CURIOUS EPITAPHS. Trying one day his corn to mow off, Here lies the body of Joan Carthew, Three are dead, and two alive, ON A TOMBSTONE AT GUNWALLAW, We shall die all. All die shall weDie all we shall. ON A VIOLENT SCOLD. Beneath this stone, a lump of clay, Lies Arabella Young, Who, on the twenty-ninth of May, Began to hold her tongue. ON THE PARSON OF A COUNTRY Come let us rejoice, merry hearts at his fall, For if he had liv'd he'd have buried us all. AT ALNWICK, IN NORTHUMBERLAND. IN A VILLAGE CHURCH-YARD IN NORFOLK. Here lies James Bunn, Shot by a gun. ON A TOMBSTONE IN ESSEX. Here lies the man Richard, And Mary his wife ; They lived without strife; They abounded in riches; They no care had, nor pain, And the wife wore the breeches. CHOCOLATE.-Chocolate, called in the Mexican language, chocolatl, was first made in Mexico. Both the name, the tools, and the proceeding in preparing it, have been borrowed by the Europeans from the Mexicans. Vanilla and honey were added to cacao, in order to render that beverage more wholesome and agreeable. The use of wax and tallow candles was unknown to the Mexicans: they burned wooden flambeaux, and kindled fires by rubbing pieces of wood against each other. The three longest reigns in British history are those of three Kings, each the third of their respective_names. Henry III. reigned 53 years, Edward III. 51, and George III. 59. At Hastings there are the ruins of an ancient fortification, one of the parts of which presents, from the opposite hill of the East cliff, a most perfect colossal bust of his late Majesty George III. MAN. Every man is a republic in miniature; and although very limited in its parts, yet very difficult to govern. Each individual is a little world, the elements; and having life like the brutes, and reason like the angels, it seems as though all were happily united in him. He can traverse the vast universe, comprehend the present, past, and future; in him are the principles of life and death, light and darkness; in him, also, are united the most contrary elements and most incompatible qualities. GENEROSITY.-King Edward the Elder, lying at Aust Clive, invited Leonil, Prince of Wales, then at Beachly, on the opposite shore, to a conference about matters in dispute between them, but Leonil refused, and thereupon Edward passed over to him; which so affected Leonil, that he leap. ed into the water, and embraced the boat King Edward was in, saying, "Most wise king, your humility has conquered my pride, and your wisdom triumphed over my folly! Mount on my neck, which I have exalted against you, and enter into that country which your goodness has this day made your own. The first season of performing the Fair Penitent, Mr. Powell represented the part of Lothario: he had a dres ser called Warren, who claimed a privilege (which at that time existed, though not always observed) of performing the dead part of the hero, in the fifth act. Powell, being ignorant of the station his man had taken, called aloud for him behind the scenes, in the middle of the last act. The sad representative of death, hearing his master's voice, and knowing that he was passionate, instantly replied"Here am I, Sir!" Powell, being still ignorant of the situation of his servant, again called, ،، Come here this moment you son of a or I will break all the bones in your skin!" Warren could no longer delay or resist, and jumped up, hung with sables, which, as it were to heighten his embarrassment, tied to the handles of the bier: this. added to the roar in the house, urged his speed so earnestly, that, with the bier in his rear, he ran against and threw down Calista (Mrs. Barry), overwhelming her with the table, lamp, book, bones, and all the drear lumber of the Charnel-house, till at length he liberated himself, and precipitately took his flight. The play ended abruptly, but not without leaving the audience in high good-humour. were BLUNDER.In the reign of James I. an Act was passed to prevent the further growth of popery, which, by the mistake of the printer, ran thus: "An Act to prevent the further growth of poetry." TO CORRESPONDENTS. be inserted in an early number. The Indian Tale, by E. S. C. shall Female Heroism, and a choice seleetion of literary gems, in our next. Natty Nix came too late for us, and his excellent article is ephemeral, but we shall be much obliged by the arti cles he promises. The favours of our kind and constant correspondents W.W., C. J., J. Francis, Ider, J. M., F. L., Alfred, W. L-e, John Drax, X. Y. Z., E. S., W. H. Young, H., and D. B., have been received, and shall have immediate attention. (East end of Exeter 'Change); sold also by Published by J. LIMBIRD, 355, Strand, all Newsmen and Booksellers... Printed by T. DOLBY, 299, Strand. WE present our readers this week in the county of Westmoreland; Thowith a spirited engraving of the Monu-mas Bellingham, late of the same, and ment erected in Westminster Abbey to three others, upon certain ground, the memory of the unfortunate Spencer called Cornwallise Ground, beside the Perceval, Esq.; for permission to make Crane in the Ward of Vintry, in Lona drawing of which, as well as that of don, by which the highway of the said Mr. Fox, given in Number XIV., we Sir Thomas lay to go to the water of owe our best thanks to the very Re- the Thames, from his lodging place, verend the Dean of Westminster. On and from there to the said High Court a handsome sarcophagus of black and of Parliament, being at Westminster, white marble, lies extended a full lay in wait of the same said Thomas, length figure of the lamented States- to the intent to have murdered or slain man, after the assassin's hand had be- him, and there with such intent asreft him of life, though not of that sault made upon him.” air of placid determination which so much distinguished him when living, and which in death did not desert him. Patriotism, Integrity, and Justice, personified by three female figures, are represented mournfully contemplating the lifeless remains of their once eloquent advocate, Above this monumental groupe is a basso relievo, telling the story of his fate. It is a correct picture of the scene in the lobby of the House of Commons, when Mr. Perceval, as he was passing into the House, fell lifeless from the shot of Bellingham, and the assassin was seized by the shocked and indignant by-standers. The figures of Mr. Perceval and Bellingham seem portraits, but none of the others in the groupe. The monument is by Mr. Westmacott, and both in its general conception and execution does credit to his abilities as an artist. The fate of Mr. Perceval is connected with two historical recollections of more than ordinary singularity. Mr. Perceval had an ancestor who also fell by the hand of an assassin; and a Member of Parliament, when on his way to the House, was once before assassinated by a Bellingham. The ancestor of Mr. Perceval was Robert Perceval, second son of the Right Honourable Sir P. Perceval, Knt. -In 1657 he dreamt that he saw his own spectre, bloody and ghastly, and was so shocked at the sight that he swooned away. Soon after, communicating the particulars to his uncle, Sir Robert Smithwell, he was found dead in the Strand, murdered. The story of the former Bellingham assassination is thus related in an extract from the Rolls of Parliament, in the reign of Henry VI. A. D. 1449: "Sir Thomas Parr, Knight, one of the knights of the shire for Cumberland, representeth, that on the 14th of March, as he was coming to wards the said Court of Parliament, Robert Bellingham, late of Burnetsted, The Hon. Spencer Perceval was the second son of the late Lord Egmont, by a sister of the Earl of Northampton. He was born in the year 1763, and was returned Member for Northampton in 1796: in 1800 he became Solicitor-General, and in 1802 Attorney-General. On the death of the Duke of Portland, in 1809, he became First Lord of the Treasury and Chancellor of the Exchequer, which offices he continued until his death, which took place on Monday, the 11th of May, 1812. As Mr. Perceval was that evening entering the lobby of the House of Commons, he was shot through the heart, with a pistol ball, by John Bellingham. So much attention was paid to the victim, and so little to the assassin, that he might have escaped; but he coolly sat down on the adjoining bench, with the pistol in his hand; and when the murderer was inquired for, he replied, "I am the unfortunate man that did it-my name is Bellingham-it is a private injury-I know what I have done-and I submit myself to the laws." Bellingham, who had at one time a good deal of commerce with Russia, had suffered such injuries there as entirely ruined his prospects in life; he thought the English Government ought to have interfered in his behalf, and memorialized it frequently to no purpose. The unfortunate man who thus took vengeance in his own hands, was tried on Friday, the 15th of May, found guilty, and executed on the Monday following. BOILING FOUNTAINS IN The valley of Regham, in Iceland, is tile stream; it is remarkable for conrichly cultivated and watered by a fertaining several hot springs or boiling fountains, which throw up water to an immense height, and so hot that no person can touch it without being scalded. Geyser, issues from a circular mound The principal of these springs, called the of siliceous earth; at the top of which is a large circular basin, about forty feet diameter, from the centre of which the water issues. A modern traveller gives the following account of a visit to this famous spring: At nine o'clock I heard a hollow subterraneous noise, which was thrice repeated in the course of a few moments; the two last reports followed each other more quickly than the first and second had done. It exactly resembled the distant firing of cannon, and was accompanied each time with a perceptible, though very slight shaking of the earth; almost immediately after which, the boiling of the water increased together with the steam, and the whole was violently agitated. At first, the water only rolled without much noise over the edge of the basin, but this was almost instantly followed by a jet, which did not rise above ten or twelve feet, and merely forced up the water in the centre of the basin, but was attended with a loud roaring explosion: this jet fell as soon as it had reached its greatest height, and then the water flowed over the margin still more than before, and in less than half a minute a second jet was thrown up in a similar manner to the former. Another overflowing of the water succeeded, after which it immediately rushed down about three-fourths of the way into the basin. Describing one of these jets which rose in a column of water not less than ninety feet in height, and about fiftyone feet in diameter, the traveller says, the bottom of it was a prodigious body of white feam; higher up, amidst the vast clouds of steam that had burst from the pipe, the water was seen 'mounting in a compact column, which, at a still greater elevation, burst into innumerable long and narrow streamlets of spray, that were either shot to a vast height in the air in a perpendicular direction, or thrown out from the side, diagonally, to a prodigious distance. The excessive transparency of the body of water, and the brilliancy of the drops as the sun shone through them, considerably added to the beauty of the spectacle. As soon as the fourth jet was thrown out, which was much less than the former, and scarcely at the interval of two minutes from the first, the water sunk rapidly in the basin, with a rushing noise, and nothing was to be seen but the column of steam, which had been continually increasing from the commencement of the eruption, and was now ascending perpendicularly to an amazing height, as there was scarcely any wind, expanding in bulk as it rose, but decreasing in density, till the upper part of the column gradually lost itself in the surrounding atmosphere. I could now walk in the basin to the margin of the pipe, which descends vertically to the depth, according to Povelsen and Olafsen, of between fifty and sixty feet. It was full twenty minutes after the sinking of the water, from the basin, before I was able to sit down in it, or to bear my hands upon it without burning myself. My tent was next pitched at the distance of three or four hundred yards from the Geyser, near a pipe or crater of considerable dimensions, in which I had hitherto observed nothing extraordinary. At half past nine, whilst I was employed in examining some plants gathered the day before, I was surprised by a tremendously loud and rushing noise like that arising from the fall of a great cascade, immediately at my feet. On putting aside the canvass of my tent, to observe what could have occasioned it, I saw within a hundred yards of me, a column of water rising perpendicularly into the air, from the place just mentioned, to a vast height; but what this height might be, I was so overpowered by my feelings, that I did not, for some time, think of endeavouring to ascertain. In my first impulse I hastened only to look for my portfolio, that I might attempt, at least, to represent upon paper what no words could possibly give an adequate idea of; but in this I found myself nearly as much at a loss as if I had taken my pen for the purpose of describing it, and I was obliged to satisfy myself with very little more than the outline and proportional dimensions of this most magnificent fountain. There was, however, sufficient time allowed me to make observations; for, during the space of an hour and a half, an uninterrupted column of water was continually spouted out to the elevation of one hundred and fifty feet, with but little variation, and in a body of seventeen feet in its widest diameter; and this was thrown up with such force and rapidity, that the column continued to nearly the very summit as compact in body, and as regular in width and shape, as when it first issued from the pipe; a few feet only of the upper part breaking into spray, which was forced by a light wind on one side, so as to fall upon the ground at the distance of some paces from the aperture. The breeze, also, at times, carried the immense volumes of steam that accompanied the eruption |