CONSTANCY. (Count of Burgundy, Act III. Sc. 8.) PETER, HENRY, &C. Peter. Now, son, while this opportunity offers, may I enquire the state of your heart? Hen. Oh, father, my happiness is ineffable! ..... Peter. Was I not then right in predicting that all your late ideas would perish in obli vion? Hen. No, Sir, the supposition was wrong. My constancy is unshaken-I love Elizabeth more than ever! What youthful fancy promised, Providence has accomplished. Vain were my hopes, but Heaven regarded them! In this dress I seem not what I was; my external form is changed, but I am still the same within-my heart is unalterable!-Though now saluted as the Count of Burgundy, I feel myself the humble Henry still! Peter. Son Hen. May not the sweet sensation of rendering happy be participated, and will not that participation render the happiness double ?-Why should not a prince engage in domestic concerns, that by being the father of a family at home, he may learn his duty as a father of the people! Peter. 'Tis just Hen. Have you not yourself remarked, that the prince who knows what it is to be a husband and a father, is naturally the most anxious to promote the happiness of his subjects? His heart will not permit him to separate the wife from her belovedthe son from the parent. * Peter. This is all true.-It is not to be supposed you will remain single. that Hen. Then let an express be sent to Hallwyl without delay. Peter. To Hallwyl! Hen. Aye-Elizabeth or none!—I have sworn it! Peter. But the oath came from the lips of a Henry! Hen. And the Count of Burgundy will adhere to it! Peter. But this is a disgrace to your dignity! Hen. Disgrace! Oh, say not that!The prince who acts wrong, is as much degraded by the act as is the beggar-but when he takes virtue to his throne, he is a prince indeed! A The Cabinet of Mirth. "Here let the jest and mirthful tale go round." MIDDLE aged gentleman paid his addresses to a very young lady, but when he asked her in marriage, was refused. Having acquainted a neighbouring clergyman of his disappointment, he received the following laconic, scriptural answer"You ask and you receive not, because you ask a miss." ....... An advertisement in an Irish paper, lately setting forth the many conveniences and advantages to be derived from metal window sashes, among other particulars, observed that "these sashes would last for ever, and afterwards, if the owner had no use for them, they might be sold for old iron." ....8.. Wit.-In a private conversation, the late Earl of Chatham asked Dr. Henniker, among other questions, how he defined wit? The Doctor re plied" My Lord, wit is like what a pension would be, given by your Lordship to your humble servant a good thing well applied." Robert Death, AT THE FALCON, NEAR SEWELL's FOLLY, BATTERSEA RISE, On the Kingston Road, DEALER IN Foreign Spirituous Liquors, Wholesale and Retail. O! stop not here, ye sottish wights, Where having eat and drank your fill, Neglect to pay your landlord's bill, DEATH stares you in the face! With grief sincere I pity those, Who've drawn themselves this scrape in: Alas! there's no escaping! This one advice, my friends, pursue, Whilst yet yo've life and breath; Ne'er PLEDGE your host; for if you do, Lord Nelson, a few days after his return, expressed very familiarly, his own attachment to the profession of which he is so proud an ornament. A lady, a very old friend of his family, was asking, whether, after so much success, he might not expect a long rest, intimating at the same time, that it could not be necessary for him to seek either more honour or more wealth. "Every man, you know, Madam," said he, " has his hobby-horse; and I have mine-I must go." It is well known, that this gallant officer, when at sea, has always his coffin on board, which is made from the hulk of an old first-rate. A friend, on asking the reason of this very singular circumstance-"I know," said Lord Nelson, "that I shall die in battle; and let this be my last covering.” A gentleman having called his servant to assist him in dressing, the latter, who had been employed in some dirty work, came up, all over dust. The master, in a passion, took up a cane, and was going to lay it over the fellow's back, when he cried out, "Sir, Sir, if you wish to dust my coat, I beg you will let me take it off first!" The ladies of Paris are at least as much attached to thin cloathing as those of London. A lady of distinction there having become very conspicuous for the thinness of her attire, one day, when she had a good deal of company, a packet was brought directed for her, and entitled," Dress for Madame It was brought up, and thinking it was an elegant dress she had ordered from her milliner, the lady resolved to treat her friends with a sight of this new invention of her fancy. It was opened, and there appeared a vine-leaf. A tradesman's wife having purchased a raven, one of her neighbours asked her, how she thought of buying such an ugly and useless bird? My husband and I," replied she, "wished to try the E 66 experiment, whether it be true, that ravens live to the age of seven or eight hundred years." When one of Lord Monboddo's friends proposed to solicit for him the office of a Judge in the Scotch Criminal Court, his Lordship said, "No; I have more pleasure in looking after my little farm, in the vacation of the Court of Session, than I should have to run about the country hanging people." A little girl, on hearing that her mother had lost a law-suit, said, "Dear Mamma, I am so glad that you have lost that nasty suit that used to plague you so!" History-painting is certainly the first, but not the most profitable line in the art.-A portraitpainter says, "Painters of history make the dead live, and do not b gin to live themselves, till they are dead. I paint the living, and they make me live." One Dr. a Scottish Clergyman, in what he facetiously terms, "A faithful Translation of Sonnini's Travels in Egypt," informs his readers, that at Malta "the ridges of the houses are all flat terraces," and that, "at Rosetta the inhabitants cut the throats of their ducks, and in that situation keep them alive, with their wings broken;" and lastly, that the Orientals never take a walk but on horseback." Mr. Campbell, an Argyleshire Laird, has given a specimen of the lull, even beyond any of those |