By its potency warm'd, every eye sheds a spark,

And thought sores with the eagle, to sing with the lark.

Be this then the toast, see old Time's on the roll,

Here's Coate's, boys, for ever, the lord of the bowl.

The cabinet of pleasure being thus unlocked by Mr. Stevens, with the keys of harmony, the company followed that gentleman's example, till the Devil's Punch Bowl had been three times replenished; when, with three times three the company saluted the rising sun, and retired' with all that order which distin

guishes the true sons of genius, harmony, and sociability.

In turning from this dell, once the haunt of such choice spirits, the pleasing phantom that danced before the imagination vanished, to give place to that unpleasant memento, best known to the traveller by

THE MONUMENT,

A pile humanely raised by the government to commemorate one of the blackest actions that ever disgraced the human character.

Shortly after settling the Nootka Sound business with the Spaniards, a ship of war, employed on that service arrived, and was paid off at Portsmouth. Two of the crew, mesmates, set off together, the one to bear his earnings to his wife and family, the other, who had squandered his all, for a less virtuous purpose; they had travelled, apparently, in a friendly way, till they arrived at this very singular place, when one of the parties invited the other to descend into the Devil's Punch Bowl, where, while the unsuspecting man was stooping to take a drink of water from the rill, his companion beat out his brains with the stake with which he had

been walking, and taking the few guineas from his murdered messmate, the execrable monster endea voured to escape with his booty; but there is generally a rebuking spirit that follows actious of this cruel nature, a spirit that binds the feet more than fetters of iron, and loads the frame with a weight more pon→ derous than a rock of stone. The accursed villain was presently taken, convicted on his own evidence, and, amidst the execrations of thousands, hung in chains by the road side; and on the spot in the Dell, where the unnatural deed was perpetrated, the crown raised this melancholy record; and every passenger who reads the inscription, feels a pang the fate of this poor son of Nepfor the depravity of man, and for

tune.

(To be continued.)

STAGS ENTANGLED.

AN ENGRAVING.

From a Drawing by the celebrated Mr. Ridenger.

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O creature of the forest can be more temperate, or less inclined to do mischief to man, than the male of the red deer, till the approach of that period called the rutting season, and then, by hasty degrees, no quadruped becomes more violent in assault, or more vigorous in his attachment to his own females. The foresters know this, and are careful to avoid the appa rent consequences of his fury.

The symptoms of danger are seen in selecting his hinds; sometimes he appears the lord of a dozen females; about these he parades with a ferocious kind of dignity, his head is carried more erect, and his throat swells to a size greatly

beyond

beyond what it is at another time; in these moments nothing can interrupt his inclinations with impunity. It sometimes happens that another stag, strong and intrepid as himself, attempts to force him from the herd of his selection: the fight then begins, and continues in a manuer quite terrible, till the most powerful becomes the master. In these struggles it often occurs, that if the antlers of the assailants are over branchy, or complicated, they lock so fast together, that the creatures are seldom separated with life.

Now urg'd by jealousy's fierce boiling heat,

Rude, as in war contending armies meet, The branchy-antler'd champions often close;

The forest trembles at their sturdy blows: Horn lock'd in horn, they fall, no more to part,

Till the keen hunter's knife betrays the heart.

Under the design from which our plate was taken, is the following remark: "These two stags, one 14 hands, the other 12 hands high, were, on the 18th of November, 1756, discovered in the forest of Berg Strasse, in Hesse Darmstadt, with their horns entangled; one of them was still alive, the other dead."

No man ever did more for his profession than Mr. Ridenger: this artist, for the love he bore to the study of animal nature, would withdraw himself from society, and penetrate alone the deepest of the German forests; where, during the summer months, he would carefully attend to the economy of the birds and beasts that came in his way and having faithfully coinmitted his designs to paper, returned with them to his home, where his first care was to place them on the copper.

Mr. Ridenger's best works are in high estimation, and bring a good price to the dealers: but such are only to be found in the cabinets of the curious. Many Dutch and French engravers have attempted to imitate him, but for profit only, and they continue to circulate their surreptitious quires through every part of Europe. Mr. Ridenger seems to have attached himself to study the conduct of the stag before all other creatures. There is no part of the history of this majestic animal the artist has omitted, from the fawning to the death; nor can we wonder at the preference, for something singularly grand is to be discovered in his whole economy. In the warm season of his love, he furnishes a lesson for the rational; no grand Turk, in his own seraglio, ever surveys a new bevy of Circassian slaves with such sublimity, as the stag his favourite females: but if any one of these should stray beyond the limits prescribed by his fancy, like a cruel bashaw he forces her again to the herd, where the whole must entirely be submissive to his violent pleasures. As excess always brings with it debility, the stag is at length reduced to a state of feebleness, wretched indeed; his sheeth is cast with his horns, he becomes lean and pitiable to behold; even he who before exhibited the rage of the lion, and the strength of the elephant, becomes so tame that a schoolboy may lead him in a garter; but the kind, the unerring hand of Nature, now leads him to a salutary weed in the forest; it is for this alone he has an inclination, and, for a time, seeks no other sustenance; his veins now become purified, his health returns, his properties are restored, and again he appears the fleet, majestic, ranger of the ample forest.

FEAST

THE delicacy of the magistrates of Edinburgh, at the dinner given to Lord Melville, is highly to be commended. No bread was produced but brown bread and oaten cakes, as it was justly apprehended that his lordship could not stomach Whitebread!

A COUNTRYMAN on a trial respecting the right of a fishery, at the last Lancaster Assizes, was cross examined by Serjeant Cockel, who, among many other questions, asked the witness, "Dost thou love fish!" "Yea," says the poor fellow, with a look of native simplicity, "but I donna like Cockle sauce with it." -A roar of laughter followed, in which the serjeant joined with his usual good humour.

A CURIOUS dispute took place lately between two Irish bricklayers' labourers, who were working at sonie new houses near Russel square. One of them was boasting of the steadiness with which he could carry a load to any height that might be required. The other contended the point with him, and the conversation actually ended in a bet made by the one party, that the other could not carry him in his hod up a ladder to the top of the building on which they were employed. The experiment was immediately made: Pat placed himself in the hod, and his comrade, after a great deal of care and exertion, succeeded in taking him up and bringing him down safely. Without any reflection on the dan 1 VOL. XXVI. No. 156.

ger he had escaped, the fellow who had been carried, paid the bet, ob serving to the winner, that, "to be sure he had lost; but," added he, "don't you remember, about the third story you made a slip, I was in hopes!"

A COUNTRY post-master, who is in the habit of rising every night to deliver the bag with the letters to the mail coach, as it passes through the town in which he lives, made a very ludicrous mistake. Hearing the sound of the horn, he started from his sleep, opened his window, and threw out the bag, as he thought, to the guard, who deposited what he received in the proper place. At the next stage, on the road to London, it was discovered, that instead of the bag, the post-master had thrown his breeches into the coach; the post-master, however, perceiving the blunder he had committed, set off express with the bag, and overtaking the coach, recovered his small clothes.

ETYMOLOGY of the word arti choke.--When this vegetable was first introduced in this country, by a Mr. John Calleron, he asked a party to dine, and giving one to a gentleman greatly skilled in the vege table kingdom, to eat, he begah to devour the leaves at the wrong end, which occasioned some of the company to laugh immoderately. The gentlemen observing his mistake, said, "well, I am happy as long as the error has occasioned a hearty laugh." "Yes," replied Mr.

Calleron,

FOR HARROW.

CONSOLATION YE vent'rous youths of Harrow School, Of cricket you've no knowledge; Ye play'd not cricket, but the fool, With men of Eton College,

Thrice happy! as ye could not play,

For giving them the trouble, They did not thrash you well, and say, "We'll make the beating double." THE ANSWER,

Audi alteram partem.

Ye Eton Wits! to play the fool
Is not the boast of Harrow School!
Who wonders then at our defeat?
Folly like your's, could ne'er be beat!

ANECDOTE of Foote.-An eccentric barber some years ago opened a shop under the walls of the King's Bench prison. The windows being broken when he entered it, he mended them with paper, on which appeared," shave for a penny," with the usual invitation to customers; and over his door was scrawled the following poetry: Here lives Jemmy Wright, Shaves as well as any nian in England, Almost-uot quite.

Foote, who loved any thing ec centric, saw these inscriptions, and hoping to extract some wit from the author, whom he justly concluded to be an odd character, he pulled off his hat, and thrusting his head through a paper pane into the shop, called out, "Is Jemmy White at home?" The barber immediately forced his own head through another pane into the street, and replied, "No, Sir, he has just popt out." Foote laughed heartily, and gave the man a guinea.

AN honest Cambrian, having lately lost his cow, as the most effectual means of recovering the same, circulated a printed hand-bill, of which the following is a literal copy. The author's elegant and classical diction is no less remarkable than the orthographical correctness of the printer.

"This whas to kiff nottice publick, that Evan Davies was loosed hur Cush out of hur packside at Llandeglo. Hur Cush was have four plack legs and a plack tail, and was loosed one teeth out of hur mouth; and hur Cush was ferry fond to kick peoples who was commed nigh hur -Evan Davies was thought it ferry ott what was maket it coe from hur packside, pecause. Evan Davies whas always kiff hur so much met as was fill hur pelly, which was make Evan Davies to think that some ferry pad meaning person was stoled hur. And whe heifer will pring har Cush pack aken, shall haff so much pread and chese as hur can put in hur pelly without paying nothing for it. Cot save the King!—and hur Cush has only cot one eye.”

AN Irish newspaper lately observed, that the Assize at Tralee proved a Maiden one, as there was only one man convicted of a rape.

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