vour in your sight; if ever the name of Anna Boleyn hath been pleasing in your ears, then let me obtain this request, and I will so leave to trouble your grace any further; with earnest prayers to the Trinity to have your grace in good keeping, and to direct you in all your actions.

From my doleful prison in the tower, this 6th day of May, 1536. Your Most Loyal and

ever Faithful Wife, ANNA BOLEYN.

This letter was written with a view, if possible, to soften the obdurate heart of her husband. It had not the desired effect, neither was her last request granted. Execrable villain!

This English bastile was begun to be erected in the year 1076. The French bastiles were built about the same time. We may be thankful that the soil of America has not yet been cursed with these engines of tyranny, nor with the wretches that used them. Were proof wanting to establish the doctrine of a general judgment, the fact that the Henrys in England, and Louises in France, once cursed the earth, would be proof sufficient. On the whole, melancholy was my predominant feeling while in the tower, when reflecting that I was treading over the lifeless trunks of (perhaps) thousands, whose heads were exposed on tower gates and temple bar, to be wasted by the winds and picked by the ravens, to glut the bloody appetite of these savage kings.

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CHAPTER IX.

Sir A. C-Sign Boards, &c.

IN London you may reside for years and know but little of the city; the only true view of London is to be seen in the colosseum, round whose walls is hung a panoramic painting, which occupies 40,000 square feet of canvass, or nearly one acre. Here you may see London, with twenty miles of country around, as true as nature itself. But the city is so constantly shaded by smoke, particularly in winter, that you can neither see sun, moon, nor stars, for many days. The people are not quite so social here as in Edinburgh. There is a certain consequential carriage about an Englishman wherever he goes, that he seems to think there's nane like 'em. The following is an instance:

A Muckle Man, and a We'e Head.

Sir A. Cleft his card at the house of my friend where I lodged, with a pressing request that I would call at 12 M. next day at his house, as he wished me to transact a piece of particular business for him on my arrival in America. Within a minute of the time I

was at the door; it was a rainy day, and I had walked a mile. I rang the bell-the door was opened by a servant in livery: "Is Sir Andrew within ?" "He is." "Can I see him?" He looked at my hat and surtout. I ever make it a point to put on my worst coat in rainy weather. This coat I had worn on ship-board, and from Liverpool to London, and from London to Edinburgh, &c., travelling night and day nearly four months: but you will observe, I always travel inside,—a man who is careful of his coat will never be careless of his person. By-the-by, most travellers ride outside in Britain. A stage will carry eighteen passengers, but there is room only for four inside. I think that in taking care of the person consists one of the most essential points of economy. To establish this proposition, (as Maxwell and Price would say at the Hall,) I will relate an anecdote, or circumstance, or what you please. N. B. When travelling in Britain, always secure your ticket the day previous to starting, if you wish to occupy an inside seat. But to return-On the 10th of December, I think, at 3 o'clock P. M., I stepped into the coach for Liverpool. There were two ladies and myself; the fourth seat was not engaged. We drove from Cockspurstreet, and stopped at St. Paul's to take on some packages of merchandise. While thus engaged, a gentleman pops in his head-" Any room within ?" "By my side, sir, there is enough, as you are not very large, nomore than myself." (It was now dark, and just commenced raining.) In a moment he was at my side, highly pleased with his scat, and having a partner who would not squeeze him to death, as he said had like to have happened to him the night previous, riding all night with a two legged animal weighing above two hundred and fifty pounds, he presumed. When this

same gentleman was letting down the steps, the younger of the ladies, who sat on the back seat, exclaims "Oh, my husband!" "Where is he, ma'am?" "On the top of the coach." "And why was he not by your side?" "I told him so, and that it would rain. He said he would ride to the first change of horses, (eight miles) and as it was not likely the seats would be filled, he would then come in at under price." "I presume your husband is no stranger to the road?" "He has travelled much," says she. "Then," says I, he ought to have known better; but, says I, ma'am, though we are commanded to love our neighbor as ourselves, (not better ;) yet were you on the top on such a night, I would give you my seat, and put up at the first stage till morning; and I advise you to ask your husband to stop till this time tomorrow, when the same stage will stop and take you on without any additional expense." She made the proposition; he would not comply. As the rain descended, the wind blew, and the hail beat against the side and glass of the carriage, she still exclaimed, "Oh, my husband!" The elderly lady said little; my friend by my side speaks out to mend the matter. Says he, I started from the Crown and Anchor, about the same hour, a twelvemonth ago. It was a fine evening. I thought I might save a half guinea by taking the top.About an hour after starting it commenced raining, and never stopped till I got into Liverpool. I took sick next morning-was not out of doors for ten weeks. I feel the effects of it now, besides paying the doctor forty guineas. Again she exclaims, "Oh, my husband!" We rode in profound darkness from 4 P. M. to 8 A. M., when we stopped for breakfast. Every time we stopped through the night, which was almost every hour to change horses, she still called him to the window—“Are

you cold? Are you wet? Go into the hotel and get some warm drink," &c. Indeed, there was so much ho ney mixed with these coach-window lectures, that I began to think it must be the second week of the new moon. At breakfast, the husband was so hoarse that he could speak only with difficulty. At 9 A. M., the sun shone out bright; we could now see one another, and the world around us. Before two hours, we were well acquainted. The young lady had been to London, a journey of fifty miles, just to get married in St. Mary's Church, because she had been christened there, and was now gane ba'k again. The other lady seemed to be about thirty-five. I presumed she must have been christened, but not married, as her card denoted Miss B——, of B- The gentleman on my right was a Mr. R., a merchant from Liverpool. I afterwards paid him a visit. Miss B seemed a lady in every sense of the word-spoke little, but much to the purpose-had plenty of money, which she paid away in profusion to the book-pedlars, ginger-bread and pie-pedlars, beggars and children, that beset our carriage wherever we stopped.

Mr. R. and I had just finished a three miles conver sation. While we spoke she seemed all attention. We stopped for a minute. Pray, sir, says she, (looking in my face,) did you ever read any of John Galt's novels? I have, madam, says I. Did you ever, says she, read Laurie Todd? Yes, madam; and have you, madam, says I read that book? I have, says she; and if I mistake not, I see before me the hero of the tale. As I said nothing to the contrary, she held out her hand. Most willingly, says she, would I have travelled a hundred miles from my road for the pleasure of meeting you. We then exchanged cards and compliments in abun⚫