a garland of flowers. Afterwards their garments are tied together by a piece of cloth, as a token of their union.

Anecdotiana.

A DANGEROUS SUGGESTION.-A veteran officer was presented to Louis the Fourteenth, to fill a place. "This man, "said the king, "is too old.""Sire," said the officer, "I am only four years older than your majesty, and I trust I shall be able to serve five-andtwenty years to come.'

A ROYAL OPINION.-King William III. being once extremely embarrassed about a matter of state, was advised to consult Sir Isaac Newton. "Newton," replied he, "Newton!-why he's nothing but a philosopher!"

WEST INDIAN ADVERTISEMENTS. From the Antigua Weekly Register of June 7th:-" For sale, by John Page, on accommodating terms, a rich set of pearls, &c. Also, a good family horse and substantial gig and harness.-On hand, various articles of furniture, glass and crockery ware, saddle and draft horses, gigs, Negroes, &c. &c."-First, pearls, next furniture, then horses and gigs, and, finally, HUMAN BEINGS, among the numerous et ceteras that scarcely deserve naming!

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Kingston, July 13, 1831.-Wanted OLD COPPER, which will be purchased in small quantities or otherwise. And, for sale, a YOUNG NEGRO MAN, an excellent baker and cook; and his MoTHER, an excellent washerwoman. They will be sold separately or together.-N. B. A trial will be given, if required."

WATERING MILK.-A Dutchman in Albany, some time back, went out to his milkman in the street with a dish in each hand, instead of one as usual. The dispenser of attenuated milk asked if he wished him to fill both vessels ? The Dutchman replied, suiting the action to the word, "Dis is for de milluk, and dis for de watter, and I will mix dem so as to shute mine self."

CONTRADICTIONS OF PROVERBS."The more the merrier." Not so; one hand is enough in a purse." He that runs fastest gets most ground." Not so; for then footmen would get more than their masters." He runs far who never turns." Not so; he may break his neck in a short course.

"No man can call again yesterday." Yes; he may call till his heart ache, though it never come." He that goes

softy goes safely."-Not among thieves. "Nothing hurts the stomach more than surfeiting." Yes; lack of meat."Nothing is hard to a willing mind." Yes; to get money.-"None so blind as they that will not see." Yes; they that cannot see.-"Nothing but what is good for something." Not so; nothing is not good for any thing."Every thing hath an end." Not so; a ring hath none, for it is round."Money is a great comfort." Not when it brings a thief to the gallows." The world is a long journey." Not so; the sun goes over it every day." It is a great way to the bottom of the sea.' Not so; it is but a stone's cast.- "A friend is best found in adversity." Not so; for then there's none to be found.

"The pride of the rich makes the labour of the poor." Not so; the labours of the poor make the pride of the rich.

A WELSH CARD OF INVITATION.
"Llandiller Castle.

Mr. Walter Norton, and Mrs. Walter Norton, and Miss Sandys' compliments to Mr. Charles Morgan, Mrs. Charles Morgan, Miss Charles Morgan, and the Governess (whose name Mr. Walter Norton, Mrs. Walter Norton, and Miss Sandys do not recollect), and Mr. Walter Norton, Mrs. Walter Norton, and Miss Sandys request the favour of the company of Mr. Charles Morgan, Mrs. Charles Morgan, and Miss Charles Morgan, and the Governess (whose name Mr. Walter Norton, Mrs. Walter Norton, and Miss Sandys do not recollect), to dinner on Monday next week. Mr. Walter Norton, Mrs. Walter Norton, and Miss Sandys, beg to inform Mr. Charles Morgan, Mrs. Charles Morgan, and Miss Charles Morgan, and the Governess (whose name Mr. Walter Norton, Mrs. Walter Norton, and Miss Sandys do not recollect), that Mr. Walter Norton, Mrs. Walter Norton, and Miss Sandys can accommodate Mr. Charles Morgan, Mrs. Charles Morgan, Miss Charles Morgan, and the Governess (whose name Mr. Walter Norton, Mrs. Walter Norton, and Miss Sandys do not recollect) with beds, if remaining the night is agreeable to Mr. Charles Morgan, Mrs. Charles Morgan, Miss Charles Morgan, and the Governess (whose name Mr. Walter Norton, Mrs. Walter Norton, and Miss Sandys do not recollect.)"

POETS REWARDS.
Poets rewards, ah! now-a-days
of old they had whole wreaths of bays,
Are nought but night and day grief;
And now they've but a bay-leaf.

EPITAPH ON ROGER NORTON.

Here lies, alas! poor Roger Norton,
Whose sudden death was oddly brought on:
Trying one day his corns to mow off,

The razor slipp'd, and cut his toe off;
The toe, or rather what it grew to,
An inflammation quickly flew to;
The part then took to mortifying,
Which was the cause of Roger dying.

Wednesday, Sept. 14.

St. Catherine of Genoa, Widow, A.D. 1510. Moon's First Quar. 42m after 4 Morn. Sept. 14, 1759.-General Louis Joseph de Montcalm killed in a battle near Quebec. After having distinguished himself in the war of 1740, he was made, in 1755, Field Marshal, and appointed to command the French troops in America. He defended the French colony, which was then in decay, with great ability, and long eluded the efforts of a superior British force. He was at last brought to a battle by the brave Wolfe, and he received, in the front ranks of his army, a wound, of which he died the next day. A hole in the ground, made by a bomb, served for his grave. His death brought on the loss of the colony. A fine monument is erected at Montreal to his memory.

Thursday, Sept. 15.

St. Nicomedes, Mar.

High Water 24m after 7 Morn-57m after 7 Aftern. As this is Holy Rood Day, the following curious Old Wives' Prayer, found in the Hesperides of Robert Herrick, bearing some allusion to it, cannot be out of place here.

Holy Rood, come forth and shield
Us i' the citie and the field;
Safely guard us, now and aye,
From the blast that burns by day,
And those sounds that us affright
In the dead of dampish night;
Drive all hurtful fiends us fro
By the time the Cock's first crow.

Friday, Sept. 16.

St. Editha, virgin, 984.

Sun rises 42m after 5-sets 19m after 6. Sept. 16, 1380.-Died at the Chateau de Beautésur-Marne, Charles V. King of France, who was the first eldest son of a French king who bore the title of Dauphin. This prince, who, during the captivity of King John, bis father, showed himself weak, crafty, and of bad faith, displayed, after his accession to the throne, such a character of moderation, equity and prudence, that he acquired the surname of Le Sage. At the accession of Charles V. France was in a most deplorable situation: the King of Navarre, the King of England, and troops of brigands, called rousiers, grande compagnie, and ecorcheurs, ravaged it in every direction. Although not a warrior, the king, powerfully seconded by Bertrand Duguesclin, succeeded in restoring order in his dominions. Charles V. was a protector of letters and the arts, but imbibed the errors of astrology. He had a passion for building, and found in Hugues Aubriot, prevot of Paris, an intelligent and active man, who favoured his propensity.

Saturday, Sept. 17.

St. Rouin, abbot, A. D. 680. High Water Oh 10m Morn-45m after 10 After. Sept. 17, 1394.-The Jews were driven from France by King Charles IV. They were long exposed to the frauds of avaricious princes, who

first drove them out of their kingdom, and afterwards suffered them to return for a sum of money; but, in 1394, they were absolutely and entirely banished from France by the edict of Charles IV. Notwithstanding many offers made by them since that epocha, to relieve the pecuniary wants of the state, they were never able to procure an ordinance for their toleration, until the dynasty of Buonaparte. They were not permitted in early times to appear abroad, without a yellow mark upon the breast. Philip le Hardi compelled them to wear a horn upon the head. They were prohibited from bathing in the Seine; and when put to death for crimes, they were generally hung between two dogs.

Sunday, Sept. 18..

SIXTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. Lessons for the Day.- Ezekiel, 2 chapter Morn. Ezekiel, 13 ch. Evening.

Sept. 18, 787.-Death of Prelaga, first King of Asturias. Though the province of Asturias had not always the title of a province of Spain, it has, nevertheless, the advantage of having been the cradle of Spain by the Mahometans, a vast number of people, who had retired into the mountains of Asturias, Burgos, and Biscay, proclaimed king Prelaga, and laid the foundation of a new monarchy. Prelaga, after gaining several victories over the Mahometans, established his dominions. He governed with wisdom unto the day of his death. His memory is still dear to the Spaniards, whom he raised to independence, and whose monarchy he founded.

Monday, Sept. 19.

St. Seguanus, abbot, A.D. 580.

Sun rises 47m after 5-Sets 12m after 6. Sept. 19, 1471.-The first printing-press in England was erected in the Almonry, Westminster Abbey, by William Caxton; and the first book printed in this country was the "Game and Plaie at Chesse," dated 1471. The first book printed in the English tongue was "The Recuyell of the History of Troy," which bears the above date.

Tuesday, Sept. 20.

St. Eustachius and Companions, Mar. High Water 51m Oh Morn-15m 1h After. At this season, we may note, in connexion with the open country, "that wood-owls hoot louder than ever, and the lambs bleat more shrilly from the hill side to their neglectful dams; and the thresher's flail is heard from the unseen barn; and the plough-boy's whistle comes through the silent air from the distant upland; and snakes leave their last year's skins in the brakes-literally creeping out at their own mouths; and acorns droop in showers from the oaks, at every wind that blows; and hazel-nuts ask to be plucked, so invitingly do they look forth from their green dwellings; and lastly, the evenings close in too quickly upon the walks to which their serene beauty invites us, and the mornings get chilly, misty, and damp:" Lambe.

gorgeous groves of orange-trees displaying their golden load, encircled by

A SPANISH STORY.

For the Olio.

It was not destiny, my pretty coz,
But a belief in it that sadly wrought
My headstrong uncle's woe. His grandam taught
All reverence for the orderings of fate;
And when, a boy, he rambled to the rocks
Where built the raven its repulsive nest,
He pois'd his body on the crag's steep edge,
And tempted death in divers attitudes;
Yet if a sorry hare but cross'd his path,
The dauntless youth would dwindle to a child.
OLD PLAY.

Ar a vine-encircled cottage, embowered amidst the beautiful sierras of a valley about three leagues from Madrid, a group of light-hearted damsels had met to enjoy the dance and song characteristic of a holiday excursion. The day had been a delightful one, and the evening lustre of a sunset sky irradiated the charming landscape with its mellow rays. The wide expanse of the surrounding valley presented the some what crowded features of Spanish sceneryVOL. VIII.

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robo-hedges of rosemary, myrtle, or the thorny pear, intersected with thickets of geranium. To the left were heathy declivities, from which was wafted the aromatic smell of the Balm of Gilead, and to the right were clusters of wooded rocks, on the steep and pointed summits of which browsed the shaggy goat, whilst down their dangerous sides paced the weary muleteer.The glow of eve cast upon the Moorish gardens and fountains a hue of solemnity befitting well the regretful mood inspired by the contemplation of the scenes of departed chivalry and glory of which Spain, in the era of Moorish domination, was the well-adapted theatre.

Inez de Lavedoz, the mistress of the ceremonies of this rural merry-making, was the daughter of the keeper of one of the principal fondas, or hotels, in Madrid. A young man of some literary eminence had long paid his court unto her; but he was more renowned for love of study than for love of his mis

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tress that very day he had strolled into the vicinity of the spot selected by Inez as the rendezvous of her happy party, his object in this country ramble being to make a few sketches of the adjacent scenery, for the enriching of his portfolio. Inez bore from her more gay companions no little bantering on the score of her lover's lack of gallantry. She had a natural taste for poetry, which Alvarez omitted no opportunity of fostering; she could play the improvisatrice occasionally; and, on being solicited by her cheerful associates to give them a ditty, accompanied by the guitar, she sang the following:

TO MY STUDENT LOVER.
Alva, aught so cold as thou
Could my sorrowing song but move,
Inez would no longer vow
Thine to be an icy love.
If a casual smile we see

O'er thy pallid features flit,-
Inez, it is not for thee,

But for old Cervantes' wit.
If perchance thy changing eyes

Fire with thought, or flash at wrong,-
Prompting unresponded sighs,-
'Tis at Garcilasso's song.
Sculpture is a speechless god-
From the Grecian's frigid bust,
Fireless as the valley's clod,

Moveless as its maker's dust-
From the pictur'd Moorish lines
Rushing to the red affray,
From Murillo's mute designs--
Turn thy doting eyes away.
Here, beneath the evening star,
Are we merry maidens met:
Singing to the soft guitar,
Dancing to the castanet.
Thy delights abjuring now,

Kueel, and here thy passion prove;
Inez then no more will vow

Thine is but an icy love!

The song was but just ended, when the whole group were startled by the sudden intrusion of two strangers, one of whom Inez immediately recognized as Alvarez. Each damsel promptly let fall her flowing veil, thus rendering herself incognito to the two gallants.

Alvarez, in returning from his jaunt in search of the picturesque, overtook an old comrade, whose avocation differed as much with his own as does the profession of the dancing-master with that of the pugilist. This quondam companion on which the scholar had accidentally stumbled, was no other than Gomeo de Santerros, the celebrated mattadore, or bull-fighter of Madrid. Despite the severity of the student's general demeanour, he had been induced, by his jolly fellow-traveller, and the excellent wine at the inn where they tarried, to take a bottle too much.

"Overlooking your indecorous intrusion, answered she (for Inez had apprized her of their identity), "on account of the quantity of wine which I perceive, you have drunk, I will venture to spell each his fate; you, Senhor," looking Alvarez full in the face, "will marry my companion here," pointing to Inez, "live a long life, and die happy.'

"Jesu !" exclaimed Gomeo de Santerros, "thou art so marvellously pleasant in thy prophecies, that thou shalt look in my face, and tell me my destiny!"

Struggling to prevent Alvarez from approaching Inez, with whom he vowed he would exchange greetings, as she was adjudged to be his livelong companion, the dark-eyed maid appeased him by requesting that he would desist, to hear the destiny of his temulent associate. Alvarez became all decorum, as, gazing in Gomeo's face, the little hypocrite faltered out

"I am sorry to divulge it, ill-fated Senhor!- May the Church pray for you! your destiny is, to be slain by a black bull!"

There breathed not, in all King Ferdinand's dominions, a more superstitious mortal than Gomeo de Santerros ! At the hearing of this sportive prophecy, uttered by one who was informed of the nature of his profession, intoxicated as he was, the temporary glow kindled by the exhilarating wine, left his rough, rude cheek,-his knees smote each other in the quaking of his heart, and he reeled to the steps of the terrace for support. As he spoke not one word as to the cause of his apprehension, the laughing assembly conjectured that the prophecy had made little impression upon him, and that the visible change which his carriage and countenance had undergone, was neither more nor less than the effect of the sherris he had