allied with adulation. When Bonaparte was in his power and glory, acrostics were made on his name, that is, verses of so many lines as there are letters in his name, so that, at the left, you see the whole name. In one of them, he is, in the first line, compared to Brutus, who threw off the royal yoke; in the second, to Octavius, who shut up the temple of Janus; in the third, with Numa, who founded religion on policy; in the fourth, with Hannibal, who beat the new path: in the fifth, with Pericles, who triumphed over the Marats of Athens; in the sixth, with the valiant Alexander; in the seventh, with Romulus, who laid the foundation of the Roman greatness; in the eighth, with Titus; and, as for the ninth line, there still remain ed an e, so that was made use of in et (and); and all these were united to form the hero.

Mr. Hutchinson, in his philosophy, has this puerile method of analysing the name of the Supreme Being. The first letter, G, shews his goodness, greatness, and government; O, his omnipotence, omniscience, and omnipresence; D, his duration, dignity, and distance. Again, G shows his ghostliness, gospel, and grace; O, his holiness, (for H is no letter,) oblation, and order established in the creation; D, the diversity of his works, and their design, the delight of his creatures.

Peter Le Loyer pretended to find in Homer whatever he pleased. He actually boasted, and in print, that he found there, in one single line, his Christian name, his sir-name, the name of the village in which he was born, the name of the province in which that village is situated, and the name of the kingdom of which that province is a part. (Menage.)

Some wiseacres, in the olden time, thought the revival of the term Great Britain fulfilled the old prediction,

which went thus:

When HEMPE is spun
ENGLAND's done!

The initials of Henry, Edward, Mary, Philip, and Elizabeth, the immediate predecessors of James, spell Hemp, including the final E in that word, as

it was usually then written: which final E stood for Elizabeth, whose reign was no sooner "spun" out, or completed, than James took his new title, and discontinued that of England, which word, England, was accordingly "done," or ended, as well as Scotland.

There is a conceit of this nature scratched on a window-pane at the King's Head, Dorking:

To five and five and fifty-five,
The first of letters add,
It is a thing that pleased a king,

And made a wise man mad An ingenious gentleman found out that, by the transposition of a few letters, Majochi, the witness against the late queen, and Jachimo, in the Winter's Tale of Shakespeare, were the same in name and character.

CATS.

Among the other inventions to please the town, which the celebrated Foote knew so well how to please, at the conclusion of his play of "The Knights," he arranged a feigned concert of vocal music between two cats, in burlesque of the Italian opera. The principal performer in this novel species of entertainment was a man well known at that time by the appellation of Cat HARRIS, of whom the following anecdote is related :

Harris, being engaged by Foote for this purpose, had attended several rehearsals, at which his mewing gave infinite satisfaction to the manager and the performers: at the last rehearsal, however, Harris was missing; and, as nobody knew where he lived, Shuter was prevailed upon to find him out, if possible. He inquired, in vain, for some time, and was at length informed that he lived in a certain court in the Minories; this information was sufficient for a man of congenial talents, like Shuter; for, the moment he enter ed the court, he set up a cat solo, which instantly roused his brother musician in his garret, who answered him in the same tune, and then joined Shuter to the opera.

LIGHTNING.

On the first of May a newly married cou. ple (in the duchy of Baden) being overtaken walnut tree, when they were both struck by a thunder-storm, took shelter under a with lightning, and killed on the spot

ECONOMY.-AVARICE.

Nothing can be more praiseworthy in public, and particularly in private, life, than a fair frugality, or discretion of expense. I have no other notion of economy, than that it is the parent of liberty and ease,' says Swift to Bolingbroke. The proper disposition and arrangement of our funds, enables us not only to be independent, but to be useful to others in the day of their need. Economy, however, will occasionally run mad. On the other hand, avarice, the vice of age,' is an insatiable desire after more gain than we can enjoy, or is necessary. This sin (not always a gentlemanly failing) is too often the fruit or result of a too rigid economy: one generates the other. Bion, the sophist, said, 'Covetousness is the root of all evil;' a sentence which has been canonized by the great apostle of the Gentiles, St. Paul. At the same time, it is almost superfluous to say, that no two things can be more different in their nature than frugality and covetousness. True, posterity may have cause of thankfulness to those ancestors who have evinced the baser passion; and, when we dismiss motives, some fine charitable structures, which occasionally meet our eye, the result of this sordidness of the mind, almost tempt us to exclaim, So long as good is done, no matter how it is done.' Wretches in former days used thus to make the amende honourable with Heaven: and no one is more willing to believe than ourselves, that 'charity (in this very literal sense) covereth a multitude of sins.' Even in private life, man is hobby-horsically frugal; his neighbour perceiving how careful he is in certain small matters, and in larger ones quite indifferent. An epicure, whom we have heard of, would dine at the Bedford coffeehouse. "What have you got for dinner, John ?" "Any thing you please sir." "Oh! but what vegetables?" The waiter named the usual legumes in season; when the gentleman, after having ordered two mutton chops, said, have you any cucumbers ?" Ti there are not any, I believe, ed, 'tis so very early in the if you please, I will step

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into the market, and enquire the price, if any." The waiter returned, "Why, sir, there are a few, but they are very dear; they are a guinea apiece.” “A guinea apiece! are they small or large ?" "Why, sir, they are rather small." "Then buy two." Just so it is with us all, saving at one end, and running out at the other.

Mr. Ostervald, the French banker, who died in 1790, literally of want, though worth £125,000 sterling, made his fortune from this beginning: He carried home from a tavern every night all the bottle corks he could collect, and this he continued for eight years, and at length sold the collection for twelve louis d'ors.

But some possess, through their vast avarice, (for on no other principle can it be accounted for,) a very itch for thieving. Cardinal Angelot had such an itch for thieving, that he used to go into the stable, and steal the oats from his own horses; but his groom, finding a person in the fact, thrashed him soundly, pretending that he did not know his master. We have heard also of a city alderman, since deceased, who was detected robbing his own till.

January, 1779, Humphrey Finnamore, Esq. a person of seventy years of age, and who has an income of upwards of 5001. a year, was convicted of stealing five turkeys, the property of Thomas Humphries, master of the Gipsey-house, near Norwood.

In the year 1771, a person of the name of Eyre was observed to steal three quires of paper out of a room in Guildhall; and when his lodgings were searched, more of the same sort (which had been privately marked) was found. He was brought up for trial, November 1st. John Eyre, Esq. pleaded guilty, and threw himself upon the mercy of the Court: He was sentenced to be transported. This sordid wretch is said to have been worth, at the time of committing so base and shameful an act, at least thirty thousand pounds.

Many years since, an old man standing at the fire-side of the Three per Cent.'s Office of the Bank, was ob served to pick up the coals and put them in his pocket, and afterwards went to the books, and received his

dividend upon 600l. He was carried before a magistrate, where the coals were taken out of his pocket.

ORIGIN OF "LLOYD'S "

One of the most important local objects in the commerce of this enterprising country, and indeed of the globe itself, is Lloyd's Coffee House, a name which it derived from the first person who kept it, and who little imagined that it would progressively acquire such a celebrity in the annals of the commercial world.

SONG.

The Coffee House is also a central poist of political information, because the ministers, knowing its importance, select and appropriate this place as the medium of conveying the first intelligence of every national concern; and the tidings, whether good or bad, flow as from an original source to the public in general. Indeed it has now enjoyed this distinction so long, that whenever a rumour is in circulation, to say, "We have it from Lloyd's," gives it a currency and sanction to which it would not otherwise be entitled.

From the new Poem of The Bridal of Caolchairn,"

by John Hay Allan, Esq.

Day breaks on the mountain,
Light breaks on the storm,
The sun from the shower
Glints silent and warm;
But dark is the hour
Of grief on my soul,
There's no morn to awake it,
No beam to console.

The hawk's to his corrai,

The dove's to her nest,

The grey wolf's to greenwood, The fox to his rest.

But even and morrow

Are wakeful to me,

There's no rest for my sorrow,

No sleep for my ee.

O lily of England,

O Ladye my love,

How fair is the sunbeam

Thy bower above!

But bright be thy blossom,

And reckless thy glee,

And crossed not thy bosom

With sorrow for me.

We have met in delight,

We have deemed ne'er to sever,

We have loved in despair,—
We have parted for ever!

But yet there's a rest

To the mournful is given,

We shall sleep on its breast, And awaken in heaven.

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By John Clare.

1.

THE morning hours the sun beguiles,
With glories brightly blooming ;
The flower and summer meet in smiles,
And so I've met with woman.
But suns must set with dewy eve,
And leave the scene deserted;
And flowers must with the summer leave,
So I and Mary parted.

2.

O Mary, I did meet thy smile,

When passion was discreetest; And thou didst win my heart the while, When woman seem'd the sweetest ;

portance-perhaps their only means of Existence may be for ever eclipsedso as POPE says-

preserving HEALTH, and prolonging LIFE-which depend on duly replen ishing the daily waste of the human frame with materials which are preg

derstand."

Improvements in Agriculture and the Breed of Cattle have been encouraged by Premiums. Those who have obtained them, have been hailed as benefactors to Society;-but the Art of making use of these means of ameliorating Life, and supporting a healthy Existence-COOKERY,-has been neglected.

While the cultivators of the raw materials are distinguished and rewarded, -the attempt to improve the processes, without which, neither Vegetable nor Animal substances are fit for the food of Man (astonishing to say), has been ridiculed,--as unworthy the attention of a rational Being!!!

This most useful Art,-which the Editor has chosen to endeavour to illustrate, because nobody else has--and because he knew not how he could employ some leisure hours more beneficially for Mankind,--than to teach them to combine the utile with the dulce, and to increase their pleasures, without impairing their Health or impoverishing their Fortune-has been for many Years his favourite employment, and "THE ART OF INVIGORATING AND PROLONGING LIFE, BY DIET AND REGIMEN," &c. and this Work, -have insensibly become repositories, for whatever Observations he has made, which he thought would make us--Live happier or Live longer.

The Editor has considered the ART of COOKERY, not merely as a mechanical operation, fit only for working Cooks-but as the Analeptic part of the Art of Physic.

How best the fickle fabric to support 'Of mortal man,-in healthful body how 'A healthful mind, the longest to maintain,'

is an Occupation-neither unbecoming nor unworthy Philosophers of the highest class:—such only can comprehend its Importance,-which amounts to no less, than not only the enjoyment of the present moment, but the more precious advantage, of improving and

gestion.

If Medicine be ranked among those Arts which dignify their ProfessorsCookery may lay claim to an equal, if not a superior distinction ;-to pre vent Diseases, is surely a more ad vantageous Art to Mankind, than to cure them. "Physicians should be good Cooks, at least in Theory."-Dr. MANDEVILLE on Hypochondriasis.

The learned Dr. ARBUTHNOT observes in the preface to his Essay on Aliment, that "the choice and measure of the materials of which our Body is composed, and what we take daily by Pounds, is at least of as much importance, as what we take seldom, and only by grains and spoonsful."

Those in whom the Organ of Taste is obtuse, or who have been brought up in the happy habit of being content with humble fare,-whose Health is so firm, that it needs no artificia! adjustment; who, with the appetite of a Cormorant, have the digestion of an Ostrich,-and eagerly devour whatever is set before them, without asking any questions about what it is, and how it has been prepared-may perhaps imagine that the Editor has sometimes been rather overmuch refining the business of the Kitchen.

"Where Ignorance is bliss,-'tis Folly to be wise."

But, few are so fortunate, as to be trained up to understand how well it is worth their while to cultivate such habits of Spartan forbearance,-we cannot perform our duty in registering wholesome precepts, in a higher degree than by disarming Luxury of its sting -and making the refinements of Modern Cookery minister not merely to sensual gratification, but at the same time support the substantial excitement of "mens sana in corpore sano.”

The Delicate and the Nervous, who have unfortunately a sensitive palate, and have been accustomed to a luxurious variety of savoury Sauces, and highly seasoned Viands-Those who