"both my brother and myself are marked with that fruit---mine is on the left." "Is it like this?" said Tranquillus, throwing off his coat, and pushing up his shirt sleeve with uncommon agitation---" Is it like this?" he again repeated. The old man, looking stedfastly on the arm of Tranquillus, "It is exactly," he replied, and instantly bareing his arm, shewed its counterpart. "Just Heaven!" exclaimed Tranquillus, " I have found my brother!"--" Great God!" rejoined Contristor," thou art as wise in inflicting thy punishments, as in bestowing thy rewards; give me power but to embrace him, and I shall die in peace."Tranquillus stepping forward, took him in his arms,--it was an embrace of joy; while Contristor, faulteringly pronounced, "Forgive me, O my brother, and I shall then be happy!" Tranquillus immediately replied, "Then be happy! I have fortune sufficient to supply the wants of us both; we will part no more; I will to-morrow call on my neighbours, and celebrate---my Joy." Thoughts. 1. IT was an observation of a certain celebrated author, That all men were either knaves or fools, or a composition of both; if that be the case, it is a great mercy of heaven, when a knavishly disposed person is a fool, because he can then do the least mischief. 2. WE often find in intricate cases, that the best of men are the worst of counsellors: this, at first, appears strange; but the wonder will vanish, if we consider worldly policy as generally inconsistent with virtue. 3. FORGIVENESS of injuries is certainly a noble principle, but how few who pretend to it really possess it.---I forgive my enemy (says one); "But he wants your assistance, will you give it him?" No! that is too much.---“ I have been much injured by such a person, (cries another); I heartily forgive him, but I cannot forget his behaviour; I shall remember it with the first opportunity."--What is all this, but an indication of revenge, which they chuse not directly to acknowledge. 4. CHRISTIANITY is, on all hands acknowledged (even by its opposers) to be a religion breathing nothing but charity and peace; yet it is certain, that there have been as many foreign wars, as many intestine commotions among the Christians, as ever there were among the Heathen world; to what can this be owing? It may be said, to the depravity of mankind. But should we go further, and ask, under the government of an infinitely good Being, to what this depravity was owing? how different would be the answers returned by various sects of our religion; how vague, how unsatisfactory the conclusion! 5. THE bards and sages have allotted the best places in Elysium to good monarchs, the worst in Tartarus to the bad ones. What then should become of good and bad ministers? But on this head they were silent; because secondaries did not always rule their masters, nor princes walk in the trammels of adminis tration. 6. THOSE who pretend either to more piety or more wisdom than others, seldom find their account in such a conduct; in the first instance, it becomes people to talk little of their piety, lest they should be called hypocrites; and in the second, it is not well for a man to make a vaunt of his wisdom, lest others should be more cunning in their dealings with him, and take uncommon pains to make a fool of him. 7. A Prince's glory is somewhat like a woman's chastity; when he once suffers it to be sullied it is lost, and is generally ever after prostituted to the meanest purposes. Tit Bits. SOLEMN FUNERAL.--Sometime since a lady of fortune, at the west end of the town, had her favourite lap-dog, named Diamond, interred with great funeral pomp; his coffin was covered with black cloth, ornamented with white nails, handles, and a plate upon the coffin, on which was engraved his age and pedigree; her servants that attended the funeral had white gloves and favours given them upon the unhappy occasion. . CURIOUS BARGAIN.-A publican in Shoreditch sold his wife to a butcher for a ticket in the present lottery, on condition that if the ticket be drawn a blank, he is to have his wife again as soon as the drawing of the lottery is over. CHANGE OF MIND.--An old maiden lady at Dover, having taken it into her head that she should die in a few days, gave direction to the sexton of the parish, to which she belonged, to dig her out a handsome deep grave; but meeting with a young cornet before the muchapprehended time arrived, she was prevailed upon to accompany him to church on a very different occasion. The honest sexton was hard at work for her as she passed by, when she generously clapped half a guinea into his hand, and bid him fill it up again with the utmost expedition. Translation of a Charge given by a Grand Signior to a new Grand Vizir at his Installation. THOU Hamzay Pacha, my grand vizir, and absolute minister, who hast been raised to the circuit of my imperial palace, and whose behaviour and fidelity have been approved; I have chosen thee in preference to all my other vizirs, to intrust thee with my imperial seal. In consequence of which, if thou conductest the affairs of the slaves of the Deity with the requisite fidelity in protecting and favouring the poor, and by conforming thyself to my imperial mind, thou wilt be beloved in this world, and in that which is to come. Mahamed Pacha, thy predecessor, drawn away by his extreme avarice, and by some evil councils, having disgraced, by his corruption, the honor of my Sublime Porte, has been therefore deprived. N. B. It is to be wished that all European courts, when they appoint or discharge their ministers or servants, would thus publicly declare their reasons; as such persons would then attend more to the rectitude of their conduct than they do at present, and the public would reap the benefit of it. CUNNING FOX.---Some years ago a young fox was kept at the Golden Bear Inn at Reading, and employed in a wheel to turn the jack; after a while reynard gave his keeper the slip, aud regained his native fields: this very fox was afterwards pursued by the hounds, but running into the town, he sprung over an half door which opened into the kitchen, jumped into his wheel, resumed his former occupation, and saved his life. This, though very amazing, is absolutely true. MASQUERADE ANECDOTE.---The commending the prodigious trencher editor of the Dublin Weekly Gazette, prowess of a gentleman who personated a hungry sailor at the Lord Lieutenant's late fancy ball, repeats the following pleasant story: "He reminded us," says the editor, "of an original and comical scene at the masked ball given on the occasion of the marriage of the Dauphin to the Archduchess of Austria, which afforded much diversion to Louis XV. A large beaufet, splendidly furnished, afforded refreshment in profusion to the company at the ball. A mask in a yellow domino came there frequently, and made unconscionable havoc among the cooling liquors, the exquisite wines, and all the solid provisions. No sooner did this mask disappear, than he came back more hungry than ever. He was observed by some masks who shewed him to others. The yellow domino at length became the object of universal curiosity. His Majesty wished to see him, and anxious to know who he was, had him followed. It was found that this was a domino belonging in common to the Hundred Royal Swiss Guards, who, putting it on alternately, succeeded each other at this post, which, we need scarcely add, was not the worst in the room, until they had nearly all shared in the repast. Trifles. Accendit lumina Vesper. VIRGIL. 'Twas even-light ;-more beautiful the star SELF-EXAMINATION. Nor let soft slumbers close your eyes, FROM THE GERMAN. When low in earth my frame forgotten lies, Its crimson currents shall in vapours rise, Float where you tread, and fall in dews around, 'Till flowers spring up and spangle all the The insect forms that from its dust proceed, ground; On glittering pinions to thy couch shall speed, Gaze on thy charms, and still from morn to night Drink draughts of pleasure, and prolong delight; Meanwhile my spirit, kindly freed by death, Shall prompt thy thoughts, and mingle with thy breath, Cleave to thy vitals, soothe each inward smart, And leave its image graven on thy heart. THE BEAU. The beau buys Fielding's works complete, To some gay girl his vows are given, That when she smiles, he is in heaven, Ague or Influenza soon Comes on; he weds a wife; The warm fit ends with one short moon, The cold fit lasts for life. LINES, Address'd by a Lady to her Infant. I'll teach thee, as thou grow'st, to look, Thou'lt see the blink of morning's eye Thou'lt see, my Babe, (and scarcely see) Thou'lt see the Moon, a very thread, Thou'lt see the first bud of the rose, And think, how sweet the air will be, And day all bright around that tree! Ay, Little One, and such art thou! And, as I look, I seem to see, Not that which is, but what shall be; I see thy Sun, at highest noon; But shall we wait the evening, dear? Alas! my Child, the Sun goes down, E'en so!-And so our hopes decay, And turn thy few thin hairs to white, ΤΟ When I to yonder Church repair For whom I give my constant prayer. Unconscious of the inward stormThe storm of Love!-That inward fire, Which raging, leaves my soul no rest. O! do not let that flame expire "Till thou hast caught it in thy breast. Then wine with it's opiate power Can dea len the lingering smart, Shall give way to the cold hue of age, And lightens the last heavy debt! When the Being is gone whom we cherish'd, Whose fond smile illumin'd our way, When all in one dark night has perish'd, Wine only can bring back the day. Then pour with a liberal hand, Sprinkle Wine o'er the bearts that are blighted, 'Tis God's fairest gift to the land, And his gifts are not meant to be sighted" M. R. S. THE ROBIN'S RETURN. "Winter again has sent his snows, The trees are bare, the streams are froze, And bitter blows the gale; Again my cherish'd Robin comes, And seeks his little meal of crumbs, A meal that shall not fail, For while those crumbs are mine to give, Curs'd be the hand that dares molest, LINES on the DEATH of PETER KELLY.* Poor Kelly, who liv'd by the charms of the chase, And for threescore and ten years continued his race, On the banks of the Boyne, thro' the woodlands of Louth, Attended by many a musical mouth, That now in sad growlings their master deplore, Who, alas! to the field shall conduct him Oh, it is sweet to soothe the breast Too oft, in Beauty's gayest hour, Ah! hapless Woman may not tell She loves, though love each glance revealing; Her heart may beat-her bosom swell- |