reposing after a hearty dinner beneath the table, and who forthwith commenced a most terrific barking.

"Be quiet, Tom,' said Mr. Abberly, Maria, my angel, do keep the children still.'

"Ma,' exclaimed Maria junior, 'I'm not to lose my wine,am I, Pa?'

"No, my love, to be sure,' said Abberly; 'Come here and fetch it yourself, my darling.'

"She had better drink it there, Mr. A.' said the prudent mo

ther.

"And accordingly, under the surveillance of his wife, who kept watching him as to the exact quantity, periodically cautioning him with-There, my love-there, my dear-that will do-no more, my love, &c.-Mr. A. as she Bloomsburily called him, poured out another half glass of port wine, as prescribed by Dr. Mango, for his daughter.

"Old Arden, whose patience was nearly exhausted, and who thought that Mrs. Abberly was, like Lady Cork's chairs upon state occasions, screwed to her place, sought what he considered a favourable 'lull,' as the sailors call it, to endeavour to ascertain what Abberly's plan for the redemption of his nephew actually was, and had just wound himself into an interrogative shape, when Mrs. Abberly called his attention by observing, 'that a certain little lady,' looking very archly at Miss Maria, wanted very - much to let him hear how well she could repeat a little poem without book.'

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"Mrs. Abberly had prepared Louisa for this, by whispering to her, that such exhibitions created emulation in the nursery, and that Dawes was a very superior person, and with Miss Gubbins, (who was quite invaluable,) brought them on delightfully.

"I shall be charmed, Ma'am,' said the Colonel, heaving a sigh. And accordingly the child stood up at his side, and began that beautiful bit of Barbauldism so extremely popular in the lower forms of preparatory schools, called The Beggar's Petition.' Arden could not, however, suppress a significant ejaculation, quite intelligible to his niece, when the dear little Maria, smelling of soap and bread and butter, with her shoulders pushed back, her head stuck up, and her clavicule developed like drum-sticks, squeaked out the opening line

'Pity the sorrows of a poor old man.'

"Ah!'-exclaimed Arden, at the same time pushing back his chair and twirling his thumbs.

'Pity the sorrows of a poor old man,'

continued the sweet innocent,

'Whose trembling limbs has bore him to oo door, Whose dace are dwilden'd to is sortest pan,

Oh,

'Give relief,'

said Mrs. Abberly.

'Give a leaf,'

said the child,

'And Heaven'

continued Mrs. Abberly.

'Give a leaf and Heaven'

repeated Maria,

'And Heaven'

Well, what's next?' said Mr. Abberly.

'Give a leaf and Heaven, well what's next?"

said the child.

No my dear love,' said her papa, patting her little head-
Heav'n will bless your store.'

Why you said it yesterday, my darling, without missing a single word.'

"Now that's all learnt from the book, Colonel,' said Mrs. Abberly, not by rote!'

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666 "Very pretty indeed, Ma'am,' said the Colonel, 'very clever!" "Ah! but there are six more verses, Sir,' said Sophy; 'she only knows three,-I can say 'em all!'

"That you can't,' said Tom; 'I can say 'em better than you; besides, I can say all about "The Black Beetle's Ball," and "The Bull and the Watering-pot." "

"Oh, you story-teller, Tom!'

"I can,' said Tom; 'you may go and ask Miss Gubbins if I can't.'

"I know you can't, Tom, and Miss Gubbins said so only yesterday,' replied Sophy.

"Hush, hush, my dears!' said the master of the house, 'never mind who says that; you know you are older than Tom, my love. Pray, Colonel,' said the fond father, turning to the agitated old man, do you think Sophy grows like her mother?'

"Very like indeed,' said the Colonel; at the same moment patting Master Robert on the head, who happened to be standing by him, playing with his watch-chain and seals;-the merry-andrew dresses of the younger branches of the family not very distinctly marking the difference in their sexes."

After such a trial of patience, who would not exclaim with the worthy Colonel (apart to his niece,) "Oh for the days of good King Herod !"

As a punishment for this unchristian prayer, he had a second visitation at tea in the drawing room, where Mrs. Abberly (who had overheard him, and set him down for a monster who hated innocents)" called her favourite Tom (without exception the rudest and stupidest boy in Christendom) and placing him paternally at his side, began to question him on sundry topics usually resorted to upon similar occasions. From this promising lad the old gentleman learned that four and four make nine, that William the Con

queror was the last of the Roman Emperors, that gunpowder was invented by Guy Fawkes, and that the first man who went up in an air-balloon was Christopher Columbus. In the extreme accuracy of these answers, he received a satisfactory corroboration of his constant remark upon the education of boys at home, under the superintendance of mammas and governesses, and had dismissed his young friend with an approving compliment, when the boy wishing to show that he knew more than the old man thought for, looked him in the face, and asked him, who lived next door to him?

"Next door to me, my fine fellow,' said the Colonel, why nobody; that is to say, I live in the country far from any other house-my next neighbour is Lord Malephant.'

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"Ah!" said Tom, and is he a brute, Sir?'

"No, my dear,' answered the Colonel; he is an excellent man, and one of my oldest friends.'

"Ah, then,' said the boy, who lives on the other side of you?'

"Why, my neighbour on the other side,' said the Colonel, surprised at the apparently unnatural inquisitiveness of the child, 'is the rector of my parish.'

"Is he a brute, Sir?' inquired Master Abberly.

"No, my dear,' said the Colonel; a pattern for country clergymen-never did there exist a better man.'

"Ah!' said Tom, evidently disappointed.

"Why do you ask?' said his father. "I don't know,' replied the boy.

"You should never ask questions, child, without knowing why,' said papa.

"I do know why, only I shan't tell,' said Tom.

"I desire you will, Tom,' said his parent, anticipating a display of that precocious wit, for which the dunderheaded ass was so celebrated in his own family.

"Oh, I'll tell it, if you like! it's only because I wanted to know which of them gentlemen was brutes,' said the boy.

"Why? my fine fellow,' said the Colonel, whose curiosity was whetted by the oddity of the questions.

"Why,' replied Tom, because when mamma was talking to Dawes just now, about you, she said you was next door to a brute, and so I wanted to know who he was.'

"This was the signal for general consternation."

And yet in this confusion we must for the present leave Sayings and Doings, for we cannot give more than the brick as a sample of the single tenement here spoken of, far less enter into the other stories. We need not say, Read these sportive effusions, for they will be read whether we advise it or not.-Lond. Lit. Gaz.

SELECTED FOR THE MUSEUM.

A Visit to Greece in 1823 and 1824. By George Waddington, Esq. Author of "Travels in Ethiopia," &c. 12mo. pp. 248. London, 1825.

To this small volume, but unquestionably by far the most impartial and valuable picture yet given to the public of the Greek Revolution, and its present aspects, we could not do sufficient justice within the usual limits which we can afford to one publication, even though extended through several of our Gazettes: in the first instance, we are hardly able to introduce it to our readers, as being. at the same time concise, important, and graphic. The author has visited more points of the scene of action than any other writer, . and he has viewed what was going on with less of prejudice and partizanship. Thus, while he exposes the atrocities of the Turks, he does not conceal the barbarities of their opponents. In short, it is a work which we recommend freely to all who feel a wish for information respecting the Greek cause; and would attain their object through the medium of an exceedingly well written and interesting narrative.

We pass an Introduction of great good sense, and other luminous expositions of the origin of this illustrious contest, (for so it is, in spite of all that has obscured or stained it,) to lay before our readers merely two or three insulated specimens of the author, to whose general considerations we cannot now do justice. When at Napoli di Romania, in March, 1824, (then commanded by the Phrourarch Panos, the son of the Capitan Colocotroni) he writes thus:

"One afternoon, I happened to pay my respects to Capitan Panos at some moment of particular interest. I found him surrounded by his divan of shaggy officers and soldiers, seated and standing in every attitude, and loaded with arms; and moving among them, as if for contrast, I perceived with surprise, his very young and beautiful bride. Her light-hearted gaiety and gracefulness infused a singular sort of animation into the gloomy assembly.

"Another lady of equal distinction, and more notoriety, assisted at this extraordinary council of war. Most people have heard of the heroine' Bobolina: this important person was born at Hydra; but as her husband, to whose large property she has succeeded, was a native of Spezzia, her usual residence is in that island. She displayed much zeal in the beginning of the Revolution, and equipped several vessels for the naval service; she directed, too, her attention towards the Morea; she formed an early connexion with Colocotroni, and shared, if she be not much belied, no trifling proportion of the plunder of Tripolizza. She certainly entered that city a few days after its capture, while its streets were yet reeking with blood, in a kind of triumph, on horseback, astride, after the

manner of Orientals and Amazons. Since that period, she has married her pretty daughter to Capitan Panos, thus strengthening her continental influence; while old Colocotroni obtained by the connexion the support of a considerable party in Spezzia. Thus, then, is Bobolina, at the same time an Islander and a Capitana.

"Nothing is so dull and unpopular as truth: are we not educated in the flattering belief that heroines are a species distinctively valiant, generous, and disinterested-surpassingly beautiful, and of unfading youth? Such ought to be the heroine Bobolina; and it is not without reluctance that I am brought to confess that this warlike lady, the Hyppolyta of the nineteenth century, is old, unmannerly, ugly, fat, shapeless, and avaricious.

"Some spirit of enterprise and speculation she most assuredly possesses, nor has she failed to turn it to a very profitable use. Two mints have been established under her auspices, at Spezzia and Napoli; the rapid depreciation of the Turkish piastre, and the little intrinsic value of the last gold coinage, have opened a luerative field for forgery: the coinage has been imitated by the Greeks with great success, and large quantities of it have been privately imported as Turkish money, into various parts of Asia. Similar attempts were made to imitate the Spanish dollar, but not with the same success; in weight, indeed, the forged seldom falls short of the real dollar; but the indifference of the execution makes them instantly distinguishable. In the mean time, this false coinage has obtained very little circulation among the Greeks; that pecuniary people throws far too keen a regard of scrutiny on a dollar or a machmoodie, to be easily deceived as to its genuineness or value; all, too, are aware of the fraud which it is attempted to impose upon them, and all are well acquainted with its heroic authoress-so well, that the very name which they always apply to a false coin is the name of the lady to whose ingenuity they feel obliged for it; and Bobolina, if she be destined to any sort of immortality, will descend to posterity as a bye-word.

"There is yet one other heroine, of whom justice and gallantry alike require me to say something; her name is Mandó; she is of the distinguished Mavroyeni family, and is an inhabitant (if not native) of Miconi. She maintained many soldiers at the siege of Tripolizza, and has contributed liberally and zealously towards

"I afterwards heard still another well authenticated story of a heroine, but I am sorry to add that this lady was anonymous. A young Greek girl it seems, of extravagant beauty, marched with her brethren, in male attire, against Yussuf Pasha and the Lalliotes; she was taken, and brought before the Pasha. Yussuf was struck by the appearance of his prisoner, and determined that so handsome a head should not be sent to Constantinople; he granted him life, and even ordered him admission among his own slaves. Here, however, whether from gratitude for the former favour, or disinclination to the latter, the young soldier discovered her sex; the Pasha, of course, became instantly enamoured; the captive was obdurate and inflexible; nor was it till after she had rejected many tempting but exceptionable overtures, that she was at last admitted to the vacant sofa of his fourth wife."