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This familiar Miscellany, from which all religious and political matters are excluded, contains a variety of original and selected Articles; comprehending LITERATURE, CRITICISM, MEN and MANVERS, AMUSEMENT, elegant EXTRACTS, POETRY, ANECDOTES, BIOGRAPHY, METEOROLOGY, the DRAMA, ARTS and SCIENCES, WIT and SATIRE, FASHIONS, NATURAL HISTORY, &c. forming a handsome ANNUAL VOLUME, with an INDEX and TITLE-PAGE. Persons in any part of the Kingdom may obtain this Work from London through their respective Booksellers.

lo. 391.-Vol. VIII.

The Bouquet.

han here only made a nosegay of culled flowers, and have brought nothing of my own but the thread that ties them."

THE LADY OF GOLLERUS.

Fairy Legends and Traditions of the South of Ireland.
BY T. CROFTON CROKER, ESQ.

PART II.

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TUESDAY, DECEMBER 25, 1827.

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her side, and took hold of her hand, by way of comforting ways fitting for a king's daughter; so if 'twould not be her. 'Twas in no particular an ugly hand, only there displeasing to you, just to mention a nice feather bed, was a small web between the fingers, as there is in a with a pair of new blankets; but what am I talking duck's foot; but 'twas as thin and as white as the skin about? may be you have not such things as beds down between egg and shell. What's your name, my darling ?' under the water?' By all means,' said she, Mr. Fitzsays Dick, thinking to make her conversant with him; gerald-plenty of beds at your service. I've fourteen but he got no answer; and he was certain sure now, oyster beds of my own, not to mention one just planteither that she could not speak, or did not understand ing for the rearing of young ones.' ་ You have?' him: he therefore squeezed her hand in his, as the only says Dick, scratching his head, and looking a little way he had of talking to her. Its the universal lan-puzzled. "Tis a feather bed I was speaking of-but On the shore of Smerwick harbour, one fine sum.guage; and there's not a woman in the world, be she clearly, yours is the very cut of a decent plan, to have morning, just at day-break, stood Dick Fitzgerald, fish or lady, that does not understand it. The Merrow bed and supper so handy to each other, that a person ghing the dudeen," which may be translated, smok- did not seem much displeased at this mode of con- when they'd have the one, need never ask for the other.' this pipe. The sun was gradually rising behind the versation; and, making an end of her whining all at However, bed or no bed, money or no money, Dick Brandon, the dark sea was getting green in the light, once- Man,' says she, looking up in Dick Fitzgerald's Fitzgerald determined to marry the Merrow, and the the mists, clearing away out of the valleys, went rolling face, Man, will you eat me?' By all the red petticoats Merrow had given her consent. Away they went, therecurling like the smoke from the corner of Dick's and check aprons between Dingle and Tralee,' cried Dick, fore, across the Strand, from Gollerus to Ballinrunnig, th. "Tis just the pattern of a pretty morning,' said jumping up in amazement, 'I'd as soon eat myself, my where Father Fitzgibbon happened to be that morning.' taking the pipe from between his lips, and looking jewel! Is it I eat you, my pet?-Now, 'twas some ugly. There are two words to this bargain, Dick Fitzgerald,' Brands the distant ocean, which lay as still and tranquil as a ill-looking thief of a fish put that notion into your own said his reverence, looking mighty glum. And is it a bof polished marble. Well, to be sure,' continued he, pretty head, with the nice green hair down upon it, that is fishy woman you'd marry?-the Lord preserve us!— apause, 'tis mighty lonesome to be talking to one's so cleanly combed out this morning!' 'Man,' said the Send the scaly creature home to her own people, that's by way of company, and not to have another soul to Merrow, what will you do with me, if you won't eat my advice to you, wherever she came from.' Dick had fer one-nothing but the child of one's own voice, me?' Dick's thoughts were running on a wife: he saw, the cohuleen driuth in his hand, and was about to give it ho! I know this, that if I had the luck, or may at the first glimpse, that she was handsome; but since back to the Merrow, who looked covetously at it, but he the misfortune,' said Dick, with a melancholy smile, she spoke, and spoke too like any real woman, he was thought for a moment, and then, says he' Please your have the woman, it would not be this way with me!fairly in love with her. 'Twas the neat way she called reverence, she's a king's daughter.' If she was the what in the wide world is a man without a wife? him man, that settled the matter entirely. Fish,' says daughter of fifty kings,' said Father Fitzgibbon, 'I tell 's no more, surely, than a bottle without a drop of Dick, trying to speak to her after her own short fashion; you, you can't marry her, she being a fish.'Please nk in it, or dancing without music, or the left leg of fish,' says he, here's my word, fresh and fasting, for your reverence,' said Dick again, in an under tone, she sars, or a fishing-line without a hook, or any other you this blessed morning, that I'll make you Mistress is as mild and as beautiful as the moon.' If she were as ter that is no ways complete. Is it not so ?" said Dick Fitzgerald before all the world; and that's what I'll do.' mild and as beautiful as the sun, moon, and stars, all put gerald, casting his eyes towards a rock upon the Never say the word twice,' says she; I'm ready and together, I tell you, Dick Fitzgerald,' said the priest, nd, which, though it could not speak, stood up as willing to be yours, Mister Fitzgerald; but stop, if you stamping his right foot, you can't marry her, she being and looked as bold, as ever Kerry witness did. But please, till I twist up my hair.' It was some time before a fish!' But she has all the gold that's down in the was his astonishment at beholding, just at the foot she had settled it entirely to her liking; for she guessed, sea only for the asking, and I'm a made man if I marry hat rock, a beautiful young creature combing her hair, I suppose, that she was going among strangers, where she her; and,' said Dick, looking up slily, I can make it ich was of a sea-green colour; and now, the salt water would be looked at. When that was done, the Merrow worth any one's while to do the job.'Oh; that alters ing on it, appeared, in the morning light, like melted put the comb in her pocket, and then bent down her head, the case entirely,' replied the priest; why there's some ter upon cabbage. Dick guessed at once that she was and whispered some words to the water that was close to the reason now in what you say; why didn't you tell me this ferrow, although he had never seen one before, for he foot of the rock. Dick saw the murmur of the words upon before P-marry her by all means if she was ten times a d the cohuleen driuth, or little enchanted cap, which the top of the sea, going out towards the wide ocean, just fish. Money, you know, is not to be refused in these bad sea-people use for diving down into the ocean, lying like a breath of wind rippling along; and, says he, in the times, and I may as well have the hansel of it as another, en the strand, near her; and he had heard, that if once greatest wonder, 'Is it speaking you are, my darling, that maybe would not take half the pains in counselling could possess himself of the cap, she would lose the to the salt water?' Its nothing else,' says she, quite you that I have done.' So Father Fitzgibbon married wer of going away into the water: so he seized it with carelessly; 'I'm just sending word home to my father Dick Fitzgerald to the Merrow, and, like any loving speed, and she, hearing the noise, turned her head not to be waiting breakfast for me; just to keep him from couple, they returned to Gollerus well pleased with each but, as naturally as any Christian. When the Merrow being uneasy in his mind.' And who's your father, my other. Every thing prospered with Dick, he was at the that her little diving-cap was gone, the salt tears-duck?' says Dick. 'What!' said the Merrow, did you sunny side of the world; the Merrow made the best of ably salt, no doubt, from her-came trickling down her never hear of my father? he's the king of the waves, to wives, and they lived together in the greatest contenteeks, and she began a low mournful cry with just the be sure! And yourself, then, is a real king's daughter?' ment. It was wonderful to see, considering where she ader voice of a new-born infant. Dick, although he said Dick, opening his two eyes to take a full and true had been brought up, how she would busy herself about New well enough what she was crying for, determined to survey of his wife that was to be. Oh, I'm nothing else the house, and how well she nursed the children; for, at the cohuleen driuth, let her cry never so much, to but a made man with you, and a king your father;-to the end of three years, there were as many young Fitzwhat luck would come out of it. Yet he could not be sure he has all the money that's down in the bottom of geralds-two boys and a girl. In short, Dick was a Ep pitying her; and when the dumb thing looked up the sea!' Money,' repeated the Merrow, what's mo- happy man, and so he might have continued to the end his face, and her cheeks all moist with tears, 'twas ney?' 'Tis no bad thing to have when one wants it,' of his days, if he had only had the sense to také proper care Bough to make any one feel, let alone Dick, who had replied Dick; and may be now the fishes have the under- of what he had got; many another man, however, bePer and always, like most of his countrymen, a mighty standing to bring up whatever you bid them?' 'Oh, side Dick, has not had wit enough to do that. One day, der heart of his own. Don't cry, my darling,' said yes,' said the Merrow, they bring me what I want.' when Dick was obliged to go to Tralee, he left his wife ick Fitzgerald; but the Merrow, like any bold child, To speak the truth, then,' said Dick, 'tis a straw bed I minding the children at home after him, and thinking Aly cried the more for that. Dick sat himself down by have at home before you; and that, I'm thinking, is no she had plenty to do without disturbing his fishing tackle.

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the moment we were going out. He presented to the
Prince a well-dressed man, of a good appearance, about
forty years of age, who had been for a long time secretary
to a Procurator, spoke French and a little German, and,
was, besides, furnished with the best recommendations.
The Prince was pleased with the man's physiognomy, and
as he declared that he would be satisfied with such wages
as his service should be found to merit, the Prince en-lantern," asked Lord Seymour.
gaged him immediately.

"But," said the Prince again, after a long silence, how did you produce the figure that appeared on the wall over the chimney ?"

"By means of a magic lantern that was fixed in the opposite window-shutter, in which you have undoubtedly observed an opening."

bailiff assured us, he had been lodged for the present, to
We found the Sicilian in a private prison, where, as the
accommodate the Prince, as he was to be confined in future
under the lead roofs, to which there is no access. These
lead roofs are the most terrible dungeons in Venice. They
are situated on the top of the Palace of St. Mark, and the
miserable criminals suffer so excessively from the heat of
ing directly upon them, that they frequently turn mad.
the leads, occasioned by the burning rays of the sun descend-
The Sicilian had recovered from his terror, and rose re-
spectfully at the sight of the Prince. He had fetters on
one hand and one leg, but he was able to walk about the
room at liberty. The keeper left the prison, as soon as we
had entered.

"I come," said the Prince," to request an explanation
of you on two subjects. You owe me the one, and it shall
not be to your disadvantage if you grant me the other."
"My part is now acted," replied the Sicilian; " my des-
tiny is in your hands."

Dick was no sooner gone, than Mrs. Fitzgerald set about
cleaning up the house, and chancing to pull down a fish-
ing net, what should she find behind it, in a hole in the
wall, but her own cohuleen driuth. She took it out, and
looked at it, and then she thought of her father the king,
and her mother the queen, and her brothers and sisters,
and she felt a longing to go back to them. She sat down
on a little stool, and thought over the happy days she had
spent under the sea; then she looked at her children, and
thought on the love and affection of poor Dick, and how
it would break his heart to lose her. But,' says she,
⚫ he won't lose me entirely; for I'll come back to him
again; and who can blame me for going to see my father
and mother, after being so long away from them? She
got up and went towards the door, but came back again to
look once more at the child that was sleeping in the cradle.
She kissed it gently, and, as she kissed it, a tear trembled
for an instant in her eye, and then fell on its rosy cheek.
She wiped away the tear; and turning to the eldest little
girl, told her to take good care of her brothers, and to be
a good child herself, until she came back. The Merrow
then went down to the strand. The sea was lying calm
and smooth, just heaving and glittering in the sun, and'
she thought she heard a faint sweet singing, inviting her
to come down. All her old ideas and feelings came flood-
ing over her mind; Dick and her children were at the in-nothing now to lose."
stant forgotten, and placing the cohuleen driuth on her
head, she plunged in. Dick came home in the evening,
and, missing his wife, he asked Kathelin, his little girl,
what had become of her mother, but she could not tell
him. He then inquired of the neighbours, and he learned
that she was seen going towards the strand with a strange.
looking thing like a cocked hat in her hand. He returned
to his cabin to search for the cohuleen driuth. It was
gone, and the truth now flashed upon him. Year after
year did Dick Fitzgerald wait, expecting the return of his
wife, but he never saw her more. Dick never married
again, always thinking that the Merrow would, sooner or
later, return to him, and nothing could ever persuade him
but that her father, the king, kept her below by main
force; for,' said Dick, she surely would not of herself
give up her husband and her children.' While she was
with him, she was so good a wife in every respect, that to
this day she is spoken of in the tradition of the country as
the pattern for one, under the name of the Lady of Gol-
lerus."

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THE GHOST SEER.

"Your sincerity alone can soften its rigour."
"Speak, my Prince; I am ready to answer you. I have

"You showed me the face of the Armenian in a looking-
glass. How was it done ?"

pastel behind a glass, representing a man in an Armenian
"What you saw was no looking-glass. A portrait in
dress, deceived you. The want of light, your astonishment,
and my own dexterity, favoured the deception. The pic-
ture itself must have been found among the other things
seized at the inn.”

ideas, as to hit upon the Armenian ?"
"But how came you to be so well acquainted with my

"This was not difficult, my Prince. You have fre-
quently mentioned your adventure with the Armenian, at
table, in the presence of your domestics. One of my servants
got acquainted with one of yours, accidentally, in the Gui-
wished to know. By this means, also, I received the first
decca, and learned from him, gradually, as much as I
information of your residence, and of your adventure at
Venice; and I resolved immediately to profit by them.
You see, my Prince, I am sincere. I was apprized of your
intended excursion on the Brenta. I was prepared for it,
afforded me the first opportunity of trying my art upon
and a key that dropped by chance from your pocket,
you."

"How! Have I been mistaken? The adventure of the key was then a trick of yours, and not of the Armenian? You say this key fell from my pocket?"

"You accidentally dropped it in taking out your purse, and I seized a moment, when no person was observing

Translated and abridged from the German of the cele-me, to cover it with my foot. An intelligence subsisted

brated Schiller.

(Continued from our last.)

The last sup

Lord Seymour (this was the name of the Englishman) called upon us very early in the forenoon, and was, soon afterwards, followed by a person whom the bailiff had intrusted with the care of conducting us to the prison. I forgot to mention, that one of the Prince's domestics, a native of Bremen, who had served him many years with the strictest fidelity, and who possessed his confidence, had been missing for several days. Whether he had met with any accident; whether he had been kidnapped, or had voluntarily absented himself, was a secret to every one. position was extremely improbable, as his conduct had always been regular and irreproachable. All that his companions could recollect, was, that he had been, for some time, very melancholy, and that, whenever he had a moment's leisure, he used to visit a certain monastery in the Giudecca, where he had formed an acquaintance with some monks. This induced us to suppose that he might have fallen into the hands of the priests, and been persuaded to turn Catholic. The Prince was very tolerant, or rather indifferent about matters of this kind, and the few inquiries be caused to be made proving unsuccessful, he gave up the search. He, however, regretted the loss of this man, who had constantly attended him in his campaigns, had always been faithfully attached to him, and whom it was therefore difficult to replace in a foreign country. The Prince's banker, whom he had commissioned to provide him with another servant, came at

between myself and the person of whom you bought the
lottery ticket. He caused you to draw it from a box where
there was no blank, and the key had been in the snuff-
box long before it came into your possession."

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I understand you. And the monk who stopped me
in my way, and addressed me in a manner so solemn......"
"Was the same who, I hear, has been wounded in the
chimney. He is one of my accomplices, and, under that
disguise, has rendered me many important services."

"But what purpose was this intended to answer ?"
"To render you thoughtful; to inspire you with such
a train of ideas as should be favourable to the wonders I
intended to make you believe.".
"The pantomimical dance, which ended in a manner
so extraordinary, was at least none of your contrivance."

Her performance was the result of my instructions. I
I had taught the girl who represented the queen.
supposed your Highness would not be a little astonished
to find yourself known in this place, and (I intreat your
pardon, my Prince) your adventure with the Armenian
gave room for me to hope that you were already disposed
to reject natural interpretations, and to search for the
marvellous.'

"Jadeed," exclaimed the Prince, at once angry and
amazed, and casting upon me a significant look; "indeed,
I did not expect this."*

* Neither probably did the greatest number of my readers. The circumstance of the crown, deposited at the feet of the Prince in a manner so solemn and unexpected, and the former prediction of the Armenian, seem so naturally and so

"And how did it happen that none of us perceived the

"You remember, my Lord, that on your re-entering I likewise used the precaution to place upright against the the room, it was darkened by a thick smoke of perfume wall near the window, the boards which had been take up from the floor. By these means I prevented the shaster from coming immediately under your sight. Moreover, the lantern remained covered until you had taken your places, and until there was no further reason to apprehend any examination from the persons in the saloon."

"As I looked out of the window in the other partie," said I, "I heard a noise like that of a person pla ladder against the side of the house. Was it really?" "Yes; my assistant stood upon this ladder to dirette magic lantern."

The apparition," continued the Prince, "had really a superficial likeness to my deceased friend, and, what wa particularly striking, his hair, which was of a very ligh colour, was exactly imitated. Was this mere chance t how did you come by such a resemblance ?"

"Your Highness must recollect, that you had at ta a snuff-box laid by your plate, with an enamelled porta of an officer in a French uniform. I asked whether had any thing about you as a memorial of your frie Your Highness answered in the affirmative. I ca tured it might be the box. I had attentively conside ing, and not less happy in taking likenesses, I had no the picture during supper, and being very expert in d culty in giving to my shade the superficial resembla you have perceived, the more so, as the Marquis's fa were very striking."

"But the figure seemed to move."

"It appeared so, yet it was not the figure, but the smoke which received its light."

"And the man who fell down in the chimney, spoke the apparition ?"

"He did."

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"How did it happen," asked Lord Seymour, "that y ghost appeared neither sooner nor later than you wishe

him?"

called him, but while the room was lighted, the shade
"The ghost was in the room for some time bere
too faint to be perceived. When the formula of the
which the spirit was burning, to drop down; the
juration was finished, I caused the cover of the b
the wall could be distinctly seen, although it had be
was darkened, and it was not till then that the gna
flected there a considerable time before."

"When the ghost appeared, we all felt an electr stroke. How was that managed?"

You have also seen, that I was standing upon a silk
"You have discovered the machine under the sh
pet. I ordered you to form a half moon around me, a
to take each other's hands. When the crisis approache
gave a sign to one of you to seize me by the hair.
stroke when I touched it with with my hand.",
silver crucifix was the conductor, and you felt the electr

Lord Seymour," to hold two naked swords across
"You ordered us, Count O and myself," continua
your head, during the whole time of the conjuration:
what purpose ?"

obviously to aim at the same object, that, at the first red
of these memoirs, I immediately remembered the decerti
speech of the Witches in Macbeth:

"Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis !

"All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be King hereafter." When a particular idea has once entered the mind, in a sole and extraordinary manner, it necessarily connects with itse. every subsequent idea which seems to have the least say to it.-Note of the German Editor.

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For no other than to engage your attention during the operation; because I distrusted you two the most. You remember, that I expressly commanded you to hold the ord one inch above my head; by confining you exactly to this distance, I prevented you from looking where I did Do wish you. I had not then perceived my principal Fenemy." I own you acted cautiously: but why were we obliged appear undressed ?" Merely to give a greater solemnity to the scene, and to fill your imaginations with the idea of something extrordinary."

The second apparition prevented your ghost from making," said the Prince; what should we have learnt him ?"

Nearly the same as what you heard afterwards. It not without design that I asked your Highness whe. you had told me every thing that the deceased comnicated to you, and whether you had made any further quiries on this subject in his country. I thought this acnecessary, in order to prevent the deposition of the from being contradicted by facts, with which you e previously acquainted. Knowing likewise that every , especially in his youth, is liable to error, I inquired hether the life of your friend had been irreproachable, and on your answer I founded that of the ghost." "Your explanation of this matter is satisfactory; but Bere remains a principal circumstance of which I require me explanation."

The Sicilian remained silent, as if uncertain whether he should speak or not

-"The twelfth in the night. When the clock strikes twelve, he at that moment ceases to belong to the living. In whatever place he is, he must immediately be gone; "If it concerns something," continued the Prince, whatever business he is engaged in, he must instantly" that you do not wish to publish, I promise you, in the leave it. The terrible sound of the hour of midnight tears name of these two gentlemen, the most inviolable secrecy. him from the arms of friendship, wrests him from the But speak openly, and without reserve." altar, and would drag him away even in the agonies of "Could I hope," answered the prisoner at last, "that death. Whither he then goes, or what he is then engaged you would not produce these gentlemen as evidence against in, is a secret to every one. No person ventures to inter-me, I would tell you a remarkable adventure of this Arrogate, and still less to follow him. His features, at this menian, which I have myself been witness of, and which dreadful hour, contract a degree of gravity so gloomy, and will leave you no doubt of his supernatural powers. But so terrifying, that no person has courage sufficient to look I beg leave to conceal some names." in his face, or to speak a word to him. However lively the conversation may have been, a dead silence immediately succeeds it, and all around him wait for his return, in awful horror, without venturing to quit their seats, or to open the door through which he has passed."

"Does nothing extraordinary appear in his person when he returns ?"

"Did no person ever attempt to conceal the approach of this hour from him, or endeavour to engage him in such diversions as might make him forget it ?"

"Cannot you do it without this condition ?" "No, my Prince. There is a family concerned in it, which I ought to respect."

"Let us hear then."

"About five years ago, being at Naples, where I practised my art with very good success, I became acquainted with a person of the name of Lorenzo del M, Che"Nothing; except that he seems pale and languid, valier of the order of St. Stephen, a young and rich nonearly in the state of a man who has just suffered a pain-bleman, of one of the first families in the kingdom, who ful operation, or received disastrous intelligence. Some loaded me with kindnesses, and seemed to have a great pretend to have seen drops of blood on his linen, but with esteem for my occult sciences. He told me that the Marwhat degree of veracity I cannot affirm." quis del M, his father, was a zealous admirer of the Cabbala, and would think himself happy in having a philosopher like me, (for such he was pleased to call me,) under his roof. The Marquis lived in one of his country "Once only, it is said, he passed his time. The com- There, almost entirely secluded from the world, he beseats on the sea-shore, about seven miles from Naples.pany was numerous, and remained together late in the wailed the loss of a beloved son, of whom he had been No conditions! Justice, in whose hands you now night. All the clocks and watches were purposely set deprived by a fatal accident. The Chevalier gave me to might, perhaps, not interrogate you with so much wrong, and the warmth of conversation hurried him away. understand, that he and his family might, perhaps, have cacy. Who was the man at whose feet we saw you When the fatal moment arrived, he suddenly became occasion to employ my secret arts in obtaining some very ? What do you know of him? How did you get silent and motionless; his limbs continued in the position important intelligence; to procure which every natural quainted with him? And what do you know of the in which that instant bad arrested them; his eyes were fixed; his pulse ceased to beat. All the means employed and apparition ?" to awake him proved fruitless, and this situation endured till the hour had elapsed. He then revived, on a sudden, without any assistance, cast up his eyes, and resumed his speech with the syllable he was pronouncing at the moment of interruption. The general consterna. tion discovered to him what had happened, and he de

If it be in my power, and........."

Your Highness........." *On looking at the Russian officer attentively, you samed aloud, and fell on your knees before him. hat are we to understand by that?"

This man, my Prince,........."

the He stopped, grew visibly perplexed, and, with an em-clared, with an awful solemnity, that they ought to think rassed countenance, looked around him.

Yes, my Prince, by all that is sacred, this man is a estible being." What do you know of him? What connexion have str with him? Do not conceal the truth from us."

I shall take care not to do so; for who will be bound at he is not among us at this very moment ?" peakWhere? Who?" exclaimed we altogether, looking arfully about the room. "It is impossible!" Oh! to this man, or whatever else he may be, things more incomprehensible are possible!" But who is he? Whence does he come? Is he menian or Russian? Of the characters he assumes, ich is his real one ?"

He is nothing of what he appears to be. There are conditions or countries, of which he has not worn the S.No person knows who he is, whence he comes, whither he goes. That he has been a long time in pt, as many pretend, and that he has brought from ace, out of a catacomb, his occult sciences, I will neitaffirm nor deny. Here we only know him by the se of the Incomprehensible. How old, for instance, do think he is?"

To judge from his appearance, he can scarcely have
ed forty ?"

And of what age do you suppose I am?"
Not far from fifty."

Well; and I must tell you, that I was but a boy of venteen when my grandfather spoke to me of this marBlous man, whom he had seen at Famagusta; at which de he appeared nearly of the same age as he does

sent.

means had been exhausted in vain. He added, with a very significant look, that he himself might, perhaps, at some future period, be brought to look upon me as the author of all his tranquillity, and of all his earthly happiness.

(To be continued.)

Cabbala is, properly, a mysterious kind of science, de

livered by revelation to the ancient Jews, and transmitted by themselves happy in having escaped with no other injury oral tradition to those of our times; serving for the interthan fear. The same night, he quitted for ever the city pretation of difficult passages in scripture, and to discover fuwhere this circumstance had occurred. The common ture events by the combination of particular words, letters, opinion is, that, during this mysterious hour, he converses and numbers. It is likewise termed the oral law. But Cabwith his genius. Some even suppose him to be one of the bala, among the Christians, is also applied to the use, or rather departed, who is allowed to pass twenty-three hours of the abuse, which visionaries and enthusiasts make of scripture, day among the living, and that, in the twenty-fourth, his for discovering futurity, by the study and consideration of the soul is obliged to return to the infernal regions, to suffer combination of certain words, letters, and numbers in the its punishment. Some believe him to be the famous sacred writings. All the words, times, magic characters or Apollonius of Tyana; and others, the disciple John, of figures, with stones and talismans, numbers, letters, charms, whom it is said, he shall remain until the last judg-species of Cabbala, and the word is used for any kind of magic, ment."

"A character so wonderful," replied the Prince," cannot fail to give rise to extraordinary conjectures. But all this you profess to know only by hearsay; and yet his behaviour to you, and yours to him, seemed to indicate a more intimate acquaintance. Is it not founded upon some particular event, in which you yourself have been concerned? Conceal nothing from us."

cures.

&c. employed in magic operations, are comprised under this

Cabbala. The Jews, however, never use the word in any such sense, but always with the utmost respect and veneration.

on account of the resemblance this art bears to the Jewish

The Housewife.

Use of Chloride of Lime in Cases of Burns.-The good • Apollonius, a Pythagorean philosopher, was born at Tyana, effect of chloride of lime, in cases of burns, is confirmed in Cappadocia, about three or four years before the birth of by the experience of M. Fisfranc. He has applied it in Christ. At sixteen years of age, he became a strict observer of the rules of Pythagoras, renouncing wine, women, and all many cases of that kind, sometimes immediately after the sorts of flesh; not wearing shoes, letting his hair grow, and accident, sometimes after the application of emollient cawearing nothing but linen. He soon after set up for a reformer taplasms. Lint is moistened in a solution more or less of mankind, and chose his habitation in the temple of Escu-strong of chloride of lime, and then applied to the place, lapius, where he is said to have performed many miraculous being covered over with waxed cloth. The cure has been On his coming of age, he gave part of his wealth to singularly hastened under its influence; and in one case, his eldest brother, distributed another part to some poor re- where almost the whole of the lower limbs, the arms, and atlations, and kept very little for himself. There are number-face, had been burnt, the use of the chloride recovered less fabulous stories recounted of him. He went five years the patient from the stupor into which he had fallen at without speaking; and yet, during this time, he stopped the end of four days, and a perfect recovery was effected many seditions in Cicilia and Pamphylia; he travelled, and two months after the accident. set up for a legislator; and he gave out that he understood all languages, without ever having learned them. He could tell Scouring Balls for Woollen Cloth.-Most of our readers the thoughts of men, and understood the oracles which birds have seen the preparation for cleaning clothes, which is delivered by their singing. The heathens opposed the pre- hawked about by itinerant venders. This composition is tended miracles of this man to those of our Saviour, and gave very simple in its nature, and may be prepared as follows: the preference to the philosopher's. After having, for a long-Take fullers' earth, perfectly dried, so that it crumbles time, imposed upon the world, and gained a great number of into a powder; moisten it with the clear juice of lemons, disciples, he died at a very advanced age, about the end of the adding a small quantity of pure pearl ashes. Knead the first century. His life, which is filled with absurdities, was written by Philostratus, and Mr. Du Pin has published a confutation of Apollonius's life, in which he proves, that the miracles of this pretended philosopher carry strong marks of falsehood, and that there is not one which may not be imputed to chance or artifice. Apollonius himself wrote some works, which are now lost.

This is exaggerated, ridiculous, and incredible." By no means. Were I not prevented by these fetters, ould produce vouchers, whose dignity and respectability ould leave you no doubt. There are several creditable ersons, who remember having seen him, each at the same te, in different parts of the globe. No sword can wound, poison can hurt, no fire burn him; no vessel in which embarks can be shipwrecked or sunk. Time itself ems to lose its power over him. Years do not dry up moisture, nor age whiten his hair. Never was he seen take any food. Never did he approach a woman. No eep closes his eyes. Of the twenty-four hours in the day, here is only one which he cannot command; during hich no person ever saw him, and during which he never as employed in any terrestrial occupation." "And this hour is?"

whole carefully together, till it acquires the consistence of a thick elastic paste; form it into convenient small balls, and dry them in the sun. To use these, first moisten the spot on the clothes with water, then rub it with the ball, and let the spot dry in the sun, or gradually by a fire; after having washed it with pure water, the spot will en tirely disappear.

Poetry.

CHRISTMAS DAY.

What sounds are those the midnight silence breaking,
What strains are those the spirit captive taking,
Wafting it far, this lower realm above,

To mingle with the choir, confest, of love?
What dazzling forms are those with ether blending,
Like clustered stars to earth their lustre lending,
While wond'ring shepherds upwards fix their gaze,
And list, with beating hearts, th' unwonted lays?
Those sounds seraphic are the tidings high,
Promise of life and immortality,

And from his dungeon fetters setting free,

The prisoner of hope, eternally!

And those fair forms, the delegates of Heaven,

Guides to conduct the storm and tempest driven,

And lead where streams, o'er Bethlehem afar,

With light undimm'd, "the bright and morning star!"

Hail, joyous morn! hail rapture-breathing day!
Chrasing despondency and doubts away;
All glorious morn, a Saviour that gave,
To conquer death, and triumph o'er the grave!
That saw the banner of the tomb unfurl'd,
And brought redemption to a ruin'd world!
Thrice hallowed morn! oh, ever still be thine,
Around our path to scatter light divine,
And guide in safety o'er the trackless deep,
And through the vale, or up the thorny steep.
Oh! ever thine the mortal path to strew,
With flowers of matchless, and unfading hue;
And, as the stream of time rolls rapid by,
Be thine to whisper "tidings of great joy !"
Ransom accepted, and atonement given,
The root of Jesse blossoming to heaven.

All glorious morn! lift up, lift up thy voice,
And bid the wearied wayfarer rejoice;
And onward speed him on his destined course,

With strength renewed, and more than human force;
Till heaven itself unfolding to the sight,
Filled with ecstatic and supreme delight,
The soul exulting to her God shall soar,
A pitying exile, and a slave no more.
Liverpool.

NAVARINO.

No cloud t'obscure, on Hellas' shore
The sun hath risen, and brightens o'er
The mountain tops, and far away
Sphacteria's isle and Pylos' bay.
There sleep in dust the chiefs who died
In days long fled, when land and tide,
The island shore, the mountain's brow,
Echoed and gleam'd with arms as now ;*
What time, beneath an angry star,
Opposing Greece met Greece in war,
And the green earth and heaving water
Were redden'd with the mutual slaughter.
But soon the sun drank up that gore ;-
Their tombs they are upon the shore,
Without a name,-without a stone,
The senseless dust is there alone:

• See Thucydides, bk. 4, ch. 4 to 22, inclusive.

G.

There the stern Spartan, peaceful, slumbers,
Darkly, and cold, and silently;
And the Athenian's boasted numbers

Lie low, and mute, and dark, as he.
A nation's praise,-a nation's scoff,-
Glory's a dream they reck not of;
Alike or shame or fame to them,
If worlds applaud, or worlds condemn;
Nor this can deeper make their gloom,
Nor that can call them from the tomb.
So sound their sleep, that though on high
Dark storms convulsed the earth and sky,
Until the very waves receded,-
The thunderbolt would burst unheeded:
Or, from that sleep they had arisen,
And every shade had burst its prison,
When, louder, fiercer, than the storm,
Or tempest in their wildest form,
Broke the war fury on that shore,
In smoke, and thunder, clouds, and gore.
Hear ye the peals that rend the skies,

As though the eternal hills were riven ?
See ye the flashing flames that rise,

As though their lightnings menaced heaven?
Noon came in peace,-the mid-day sun
Saw not the work of death begun ;
Yet shall the beams of evening shine,
In peace along each shattered line,
And silent roll that troubled tide,
O'er Egypt's host, and Turkey's pride.
Though still the Othman's banners fly,
Though still the Crescent's in the sky,
Feebler their fire, and fainter grew;
While proudly there Gaul's lilies flew,
While England's hearts, and England's might,
Bore high her red flag in the fight;
And there, an equal task to boast,
The Eagles of the Scythian's host.

The sounds of war are hushed and over,
The scene of blood night's shades shall cover;
Go, Turkman! and the tale unfold,

How have thy best and bravest fled!
Bid, if they dare, thy chiefs behold,
And number, if they can, thy dead!
In long array, and boastful pride,

How swept thy gallies o'er the tide ! Bearing to Hellas' land they came, Death and destruction, sword and flame; They came to slaughter and enslave, And little deem'd the greedy wave, When autumn-winds had stript the tree, Their latest resting place should be. Without regret, their sun hath set,

And, o'er their tombless fate,-to sorrow, Mourners are none;-the coming sun

Shall light as gay and bright a morrow. But England proudly hast thou borne thee, Triumphant in the cause of Greece;

The arts and glory that adorn thee,

Thy trust in war, thy boast in peace
Were hers;-for, kindled at her flame,
To thee the lights of freedom came.
Thus dost thou but the debt repay,
Since fate had swept her hopes away;
And well, and oft, thy children know
To emulate her sons, and show,
In English hearts, on English land,
The spirit of her hero band.

They taught a monarch, that, nor throne,
Nor sceptre could protect alone,
Save with that spell, all thrones above,
A nation's choice, a nation's love.
Nam'd and renown'd, in peace and war,
In snows, or by the tropic star;

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THEY ARE NO MORE.

They are no more!-ah, dull and drear Sound those bereaving mournful words; Affliction finds no wilder tear,

Memory no darker doom records : Not in our homes,-not by our side, Move the sweet beings we deplore, The hearts which love had sanctified, They are no more. Oh, breathes there one who hath not known The parting word, the dying look, While in the soul Night walked alone,

And every pulse with anguish shook; Some cherished one who bless'd him there, And pass'd, as sunlight from the shore. Woe! woe! the young, the loved, the fair, They are no more.

The music of their lips hath fled,

Their grace and beauty pass'd away, Yet lives the presence of the dead

Within our souls, as light in day! A fresher light shall burst the tomb, And all the blessed lost restore; Unknown those words of tears and gloom, They are no more.

ALEXANDER THE GREAT.

The bravest of the mighty dead!
That glorious name I sing,
Linked unto immortality,

As sunlight to the spring:
The name before which nations bow'd,
As though a God it owned;
The name on Farne's bright page beheld,
With hundred conquests throned.
Thou heard'st it, gorgeous Babylon,
A spell it was of fear,

Dark and distasteful to thine eye,
And humbling to thine ear.
Thou heard'st it, O Jerusalem,

And in thy quailing heart
There came that pulse of bitterness,
With which 'tis bliss to part.
Victory seem'd proud to grace his brow,
Fortune to lead his car,

His sword was light upon the land,

Upon the waves a star! The earth bestowed her splendid wealth, And the vast realm of seas Gave up, as to her rightful lord, Her golden argosies.

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Sad-silent-is the regal hall,

Its gardens of the rose
So beautiful, the eye might gaze,
And never wish to close;
The richest carpets woo the feet,
The banquet board is spread;
But he, alas! for whom they shine,
Their lord their king—is dead!
Hear ye those sounds, loud as the storm
O'er the dark forest sweeps ;
Wild as the giant cataract

From rock to valley leaps?

Hear ye those martial strains which swell
Like floods when thunders fall?

It is the gathering of a host,

A monarch's funeral !

It comes,-that brave solemnity;

And glorious 'tis to see

The flash of arms, the wave of plumes,

The silver panoply;

All rich accoutrements of war:
The banners stately fold,

The funeral car, the raven steeds,

The throne of burnish'd gold!
Great Alexander! e'en of all,

O'er which his banners wave,
He hath, he cannot claim, but this,
One narrow spot,—his grave.
And is it thus the mightiest pass;
They, on whose lightest breath
Hundreds attend. Then what is pride,
'Fore its high master,-Death?
A morning sunbeam on the lake,
Slave to each tyrant shade,
A bubble, only blown to burst,
A flower, ere night to fade.
The only things on which 'tis wise

To fix the heart and eye,
Are deeds and words of nobleness,
For these shall never die!

THE PEASANT GIRL'S SONG.
From the fields-from the fields
I have gather'd fresh flowers;
The sweetest and rarest

That grace summer hours:
I've roses-wild roses-

Which beam in their light,

Like the lips of a beauty,
All balmy and bright.

From the streams-from the streams

Hidden far in the glade;

Soft gliding and sounding,
'Mid sunshine and shade;

Dark violets I've gather'd,

And lilies, like snow,
Or beautiful pearl-wreaths
Upon a queen's brow.

From the woods-from the woods

Where the bird-songs are gay;
And where young lovers walk

In the clear moon ray:

I have flowers of all hues-
Like a rich sunset sky,—
Gold, purple, and crimson-
O! come, come and buy!

Many of these Poems have appeared in the Literary Juvenir, Literary Gazette, and Literary Magnet; but Ose which have not been published before, are equally cellent with those which were already before the eye of Be public. In addition to what I have already said, I ave no hesitation in saying, that the above specimens e equal, in point of beauty, to any poetry which has apared for some years.

Manchester.

W. R-N.

The Fireside.

"In order to employ one part of this life in serious and important occupations, it is necessary to spend another in mere amusements."-JOHN LOCKE.

"There is a time to laugh and a time to weep."-SOLOMON.

Such of our readers as have the whole, or a portion, of the former seven volumes of the Kaleidoscope, are reminded, that if they are at a loss for evenings' amusement for the young holiday folk, they will find, in our work, as ample and original a collection of puzzles, conundrums, enigmas, &c., as is to be found in any work extant. They have only to look in the index of any of the volumes, under some of the heads,-Puzzles, Fireside Amusement, Enigmas, Conundrums, "Vivent les Bagatelles," to find "lots of fun," unalloyed with a single exceptionable expression, or any thing which may not be read in the best mixed society.

No. V.

VIVENT LES BAGATELLES! SOLUTIONS TO THE PUZZLES, &c. IN OUR LAST.

1. She will weigh her anchor.

2. The word Wholesome.

3. Because it should be redressed.

4. Because he makes a percussion cannon; that is, a cannon per cushion.

5. Because he makes him appear (a peer.) 6. Because it converts her notes into gold. 7. Liquorice.

8. Because he made a Dee camp (decamp.) Solution of the Enigma.-G placed before love, old, oat, ian't, lass and low, out, own and rave, ripe and rind, room, race, ape, lad, lean, lass, rope, loom and all, ale

and host, ray.

Answer to the Charade.-Mandate.

NEW PUZZLES, &c.

TO THE EDITOR.

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date, in which the writer says, that he knows the author of the Waverley Novels" to be Mr. Thomas Scott, brother to Sir Walter; and that all that the latter had to do with them was to revise them. He (the writer of the above letters) goes even farther, by saying that Mr. Thos. Scott

SIR,-I send you one or two bagatelles; which, if they had declared to him that he was the author of Rob Roy, and, have no other merit, are, at least original.

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13. If a very tall and a very short Judge meet in the court at Lancaster, why does the disparity in their stature immediately cease?-[This is borrowed from one of Mr. Thomas Hood's burlesque pieces.]

14. Take one-fourth from a light

And fluid's in sight.

15. A word of three syllables, seek till you find, That has in it twenty-six letters combined.

F.

16. What name of a river is that which contains eight

letters, five of them alike ?

17. Pray tell me ladies, if you can,

Who is that highly favoured man,
Who, though he has married many a wife,
May be a bachelor all his life?

18. What weapon is that which names a good fish, May kill you in quarrel, or make a good dish? 19. What is the difference between a soldier and labourer?

consequently, of the other novels. Now, after the recent avowal made by Sir Walter, any person who has read the above-mentioned letters, must conclude that Mr. Thomas Scott has been guilty of great falsehood, in asserting that he was the author of works which have now been claimed by his brother. I think it behoves Mr. Thomas Scott, if he did not say he was the author, to contradict the statement made in those letters. As I should like to have this seeming mystery cleared up, I shall feel much obliged by your inserting this in your valuable little miscellany, in the hope that something of the truth may be elicited.Yours, &c.

Bootle, near Ulverstone, Dec. 11, 1827.

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Bo Peep. A finical window-peeper, who apes the dandy, has been nicknamed Beau Peep.

The Nondescript-The bones of the nondescript lately discovered in a swamp near New Orleans, were last week exhibited in this place. The Mammoth, the remains of which have heretofore caused so much speculation among naturalists, must have been a mere pigmy in comparison with this monster. The largest appears to have been the left upper jaw bone-it is "twenty feet in length, three in breadth, and weighs upwards of twelve hundred pounds, with a remarkable projection, in the form of a horn, about nine feet long and seven or eight inches in diameter, which a must have been a weapon of defence; the other bones are in exact proportion. The vertebræ or back-bone is sixteen inches in diameter, the passage for the spine nine by six inches, and the ribs nine feet long." To what species these immense remains belong, we believe, is yet, and perhowever, that it was aquatic, or at least amphibious, in haps will ever be, a desideratum; it is generally supposed, its nature-its race is, no doubt, long since extinct.After seeing these bones we can scarcely any longer doubt the existence of the Kraken and other monsters, whose history has generally been considered fabulous-The proprie tors, Messrs. Daily and Co., informed us that it was their intention to visit the eastern cities, where, we have no doubt, they will be paid for their trouble and expense, by the curions and the scientific.-Lancaster (Ohio) Gazette.

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