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THE SUN, LONDON) TUI47,SDAY EVENING NOVEMBER, 1, [842.

MAGAZINE DAY.

—after the flishion of most Irish fictions—on the
extravagant; its chief defect is its length.
" Richard Savage" is unusually spirited this
month. The quarrel between the hero and Lord
Tyrconnell is described with a truthful earnest-
ness worthy of Boz. " The Philosophy of
Fighting" is principally to be commended
for its illustrations, which are ingenious and
fanciful enough. We quote from the
"Traitor's Dooin" an account of the execution
of a native Indian officer who had betrayed
an English regiment with which he professed
to be in alliance :
The Deputy Judge-Advocate was desired to read
an account of the proceedings of the general Court-
martial held at C— on the prisoner, Dewallah
Surhat, lately commanding the Auxiliary Native
Field Force, charged with having on the night of the
15th of October, 181—, willingly and treacherously
betrayed the British forces, with whom he was appa-
rently acting as an ally, and thereby, &c. While the
proceedings were being read, the prisoner was much
agitated whenever the treason he had been guilty of
was alluded to. He evidently was much pained.
The convulsive movements of his countenance showed
how acutely he felt his pcsition ; but when the whole
trial had been recited, when the verdict of " Guilty"
was pronounced, he seemed suddenly to recover his
immobility. When the sentence of death was read
out he did not quail in the slightest degree; and
finally, when the sentence of the Court condemned
him to be blown from a gun," he looked with an
almost triumphant glance on his late friends, who
stood horror-stricken around him. The General was
perfectly overcome. His former friends and brother
officers shuddered with dread at his coming fate ; for
though the sentence was strictly just, yet many who
had never seen this mode of execution drew back
with terror and disgust. Surhat was the calmest man
on that field as we wheeled back into line preparatory
to the dreadful scene. We took open order, and the
prisoner marched along the line, and up again be-
tween the ranks. He was then taken to a spot some
hundred yards in front of our centre. No coffin was
there to receive his remains, as I had previously seen
at military executions—no friends to take his body
away after his doom had been completed—so clearly
was it foreseen that his annihilation would be complete,
, his whole frame scattered to the winds, the morsels
left in all directions for the beasts and birds of prey.
The troops were now "told off" in three divisions, the
wings wheeled up, the artillery brought into the
centre; thus, as it were, re-forming a hollow square,
except on the side on which the prisoner Oood. A
single gun was now brought up, turned round, and
unlinked. The drivers willingly trotted away to the
rear. The prisoner was desired to advance ; he did
so within a pace of the muzzle. The deputy Provost
Marshal produced a cord with which to bind him to
the gun. For the first time Surhat seemed shaken.
He made a special request that he might not be tied
down. The General was solicited, and consented that
it should be so. The prisoner turned upon him a look
of the sincerest and heartfelt gratitude, shook hands
after the European manner with the Provost-Marshal,
and after receiving his directions, agitatedly given,
walked boldly up to the cannon, and pressing
his body up to the muzzle, threw his arms round the
gun itself, gave one last glance, and stooped his head
down to the piece. At the same instant a signal was
given, the ready-lighted match was .applied to the
touch-hole, a flash of fire, a volume of smoke, a roar-
ing sound re-echoed from the neighbouring hills, and
all was over. A few drops of blood, a few scattered
remnants, scarcely recognisable as ever having be •
longed to humanity, were all that nowremained of the
once proud, the generous, the brave chieftain, who,
by thus choosing a doom which brought total earthly
annihilation, seemed determined to leave behind him
no record of the basely-fallen chief, the hated name
of traitor !

BLACK WOOD'S MAGAZINE.
The "Itinerary of Benjamin of Tudela"—a
Jewish traveller who is supposed to have lived in
the thirteenth century—forms the subject of the
first article in the present Number. Several cu-
rious extracts are given from this "Itinerary,"
and among them, is a brief sketch of the far-
famed city of Bagdad, which, at the period when
Benjamin visited it, was celebrated throughout
the East for its vast population, its abundant
wealth, and magnificent public buildings; the
circuit of the Caliph's Palace alon e was three miles,
and comprised within i tsinclosure, parks, pleasure
grounds, and reservoirs! " How are the mighty
fallen !" This once splendid and powerful city,
where the royal hero of the " Arabian Nights"
held his Court, is now in the last stage of hope-
less decay. - War, pestilence, and famine have
successively devastated it, and the recent inunda-
tions of the Tigris have all but completed the
work of destruction. " A Passage in the Life of
a Maitre d'Armes" is an animated account of an
interview which a French fencing-master had
with the Grand Duke Constantine of Russia,
who, after witnessing his professional skill, gave
him a letter of recommendation to his Imperial
brother, Alexander. We quote the concluding
portion of the writer's narrative :
At ten o'clock the following morning, I started for
the Emperor's present abode, the Palace of Tzarsko
Selo, determined to walk in the gardens until I
met him, and to risk the penalty of imprison-
ment, incurred by all who ventured to present a pe-
tition to his Imperial Majesty. My stock of patiepce
however, was very nearly exhausted, when I haci
waited and wandered more than four hours in the
Palace-gardens, which contain in their vast inclosures,
slopes, levels, lakes, and forests; grottoes, pyramids,
and statues. All these I had visited, without per-
ceiving any one but the sentries and a few loungers;
and I was beginning to despair of meeting him whom
I came to seek, when the avenue I had just entered
was crossed by an officer in undress uniform, who sa-
luted me and continued his promenade. I asked a
gardener's boy at work near me who that very polite
officer was.
" The Emperor," answered. he.
I immediately darted down an alley which I calcu-
lated would traverse the path Alexander was follow-
ing. I had scarcely gone a hundred yards, before I
found myself so near his Majesty that I paused in
some alarm. The Emperor halted for an instant;
then seeing that respect prevented me from approach-
ing him, he advanced towards me, and I awaited his
coming, standing uncovered on the side of the foot-
path. The Emperor limped slightly, owing to the re-
opening of an accidental wound in the leg, received in
one of his journeys to the banks of the Don. As he
slowly advanced, I had leisure to observe the great
change which had taken place in his appearance since
I had seen him in Paris. His countenance, formerly
so open and cheerful, had now a sickly and mournful
expression, and he was evidently a prey to the deepest
melancholy. Notwithstanding this, his looks were se
benevolent that I felt re-assured, and as he passed
near me, I ventured to address him.
" Sire !"
" Put on your hat, sir," replied he. "It is too
cold to remain bareheaded."
Seeing that 'hesitated, from respect, to obey him, he
seized my hat, clapped it on my head, holding my arm
the while to prevent my taking it off again. When
he found that I made no further resistance, he said—
" Well, sir, what have you to say to me ?"
" Sire—this supplication," and I drew the petition
from my pocket. The Emperor's countenance fell.
" Are you aware, sir," said he, " you who pursue
me even here, that I absent myself from St. Peters-
burgh to avoid petitions and petitioners ?"
" I know it, sire; but my, petition has, perhaps,
more than most others a claim on your Majesty's
gracious consideration, It is countersigned by your
Majesty's august brother—by his Imperial Highness
the Grand Duke Constantine.'
" Ah, ah !" exclaimed the Emperor, holding out his
hand, but immediately withdrawing it.
" So that I ventured to hope," I continued, " that
your Majesty would, in this instance, deign to deviate
from the rule established."
" No, sir," replied the Emperor. quickly. " No,
sir,-.I will not take it, because if I did, I should to-
morrow be pestered with a thousand such papers; and
I should be compelled to abandon these gardens, where
at present I find solitude and quiet. But," added he,
observing my disappointment at this refusal, and ex-
tending his hand in the direction of the city," put
your petition into the post-office. I- shall receive it
to-iiighe,. and the day after to-morrow you will have
my answer."
" Sire, I know not how to express fny gratitude."
" Prove it, .then," he replied, " by telling no one
that you have presented a petition, and escaped
punishment. Good-day to you, sir."
With these words, and a gracious but melancholy
smile, the Emperor pursued his walk. I did not fail
to follow his advice, and put my letter into the post.
The Emperor was true to his promise, and two days
afterwards I received his reply. It, was my commis-
sion as fencing-master to the imperial corps of
engineers, with the rank of captain.
The "Poems and Ballads of Schiller," form a
very delightful poetical Melange. "Cassandra,"
in particular, is a truly-impressive and energetic
lyric, in which Schillee's teeming fancy is scea to
great- advantage. ".An Ancient Dandy" is a
.-
iii -
lively tale, written a spirit of arch and ghod-
humoured raillery.i The sketch of the old Beau
at his toilette reminds us, in its minuteness and
particularity, of that well-known scene in the
" Clandestine Mara-lege," where Lord Ogleby
is representCd 44 elaborately figging him-
self out for thsi. day. "Marquis Welles-
ley"-'---as the ;Ole implies—is a biogra-
phical sketch of this eminent statesman. The
sketch is. eulogists but not too much so; but
the writer, whose Style is his chief recommenda-
tion, is exceedingliri hasty and reckless in some
of his assertions, &.44 for instance, where he re-.
Marks that "no transaction of European king-
doms within memory so nearly justified the name
of miracle, as the Spanish insurrection of 1808.7?
What was there . Miraculous in a proud, jea-
lous nation, oppreAed and trampled on as
Spain was by France at the period in
question, having reaturie to arms in order to
emancipate 'itself fro& its degrading servitude?
We can recognise no supernatural agency in this
instance of resistancereto tyranny. Again, still
alluding 'to the Peninsula, the writer says,
" Spain, which had known nothing of popue
lar government from • the fall of the Ro-
man 'empire, becamb• suddenly a hive of
popularl governments."- This observation ex-
hibits great ignorance' of Spanish history.
Castile and Aragon were remarkable from an
early period--esay the thirteenth century—for
their system of popular administration ; indeed,
so fee were these two kingdoms, the most influ-
ential in the PeninsUla, from knowing " nothing
•of popular governinent,". =.that they verged on
absolute democracy in. their political institutions!
" Caleb Stukely " contains some clever writing,
but the story, as a Whole, is too elaborately
worked out, which gives it An air of stiffness and
formality that detracts not:a little from its inter-
est. " A Lay of the League" is a humorous
poetical squib. " Thomson's Seasons" is a most
entertaining notice of the late splendidly embel-
ished edition of this fine poem.

NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE.
Mr. Hood leads off this Number with a highly
diverting article headed " News from China,'
which consists of a correspondence between a
Mrs. Jemima Budge and. her son, who had gone
out to China on a commercial speculation. The
chief epistolary characteristic of the mother is a
remarkable indifference to orthography ; that of
her son, a strong tendency to be too poetical in
his prose—in other words, to lie as fast as a horse
can gallop. These two Peculiarities are turned
to most amusing account in the correspondence
of the amiable couple. Here is one of the
young man's yarns; the incident is supposed to
have occurred while he was the Chinese
seas :—" We came across a striking proof of the
deleterious effects of opium, namely, a man-of-
war's launch with a midshipman and twelve
hands in her, all as fast as tops, and as hard
to be waked up as Doctor Watts's sluggard.
Luckily, there was oceans of cold pies at hand,
and did'nt we give it them with the gravy?
which at last brought the to their senses, when
it appeared that hearing so much talk about
opium, and finding
a pacicage of it adrift, they
had chewed a little out of curiosity, which
being an overdose had -sent them all into the
land of Nod. Poor fellows, it was lucky we
picked them up, before falling into the power of
the pigtails, instead of the ninetails; for they
had two dozen apiece on rejoining their ship,
but one of them, a_ deep old file, took another
dose of the opium beforehand, and so was
flogged in his sleep, they say, without feeling
it." We subjoin another specimen of the young
traveller's powers of mendacity, which is as
compact' a collection of circumstantial lies as
any perpetrated by the notorious Baron Mun-
chau4en :
The Chinese towns are very populous, so much so
that there isn't room for half the inhabitants on dry land,
and accordingly hundreds and thousands of families
live, whore you wouldint, namely, on the water, in
regular swimming houses, with no ground floors.
This arrangement of course prevents the rising gene-
ration from playing as ours does about the streets, so
they play :shalt the deck instead, which being wet
and slippery, it often happens that some of them,
especially what you call the little toddles, plump
overboard, and would be drowned but for a great
empty calibash that their mothers tie to their backs,
and which acting like a cork jacket keeps the dear-
little ducklings afloat, till theia industrious parents
are at leisure to haul them out with a long boat hook.
An operation they never hurry themselves about,
knowing the darlings are perfectly safe, as well as
doing their own washing, while the young uns .from
the same sense of security are far from particular
about their footing, but drop in and float as if they
were paid for doing it, like the aquatic actors. at
Sadler's Wells.
Well, you. see when the mandarin boats bore down
on the gun-brig she began to fire away like blazes,
right and left, and one or two of the random balls
falling among the floating houses, the proprietors
considered it as a notice to quit, and away they went
helter skelter—sove qui pet, which is the French for
devil take the hindermost, some up the river and
some into the canals—whole Water-lanes and River-
terraces moving off in double quick, with such
screaming and howling, they say, as never was heard.
In such a skurry the juveniles got knocked over-
board, poor things, like fun, some of the unpleasant
or snubbed children in large families perhaps getting
a kick on purpose ; however in they went, plump
after plump, like frogs, frightened into a pond—the
brig all the while kicking up a regular smother. and
chattering away like thunder as long as she could get
an answer, and rather longer. At last she stopped
firing, and the smoke clearing off 10-end behold there
was not a mandarin boat in sight—the swimming
town had gone into the country, and all round the
ship the sea was alive with little Chineses brought
down by the ebb tide, all floating about with their
life-preservers, and screaming like sea-gulls for their
absent fathers and mothers.
As common humanity required they were all picked
up and taken aboard the brig, one hundred and sixty-
four in all, from a year upwards, and after a little warm
grog apiece, which some took naturally and others
quite the reverse, the captain sent them all off in a
gig and a cutter, with a white ensign to each boat.
Not that the Chinese would mind firing on a flag of
truce, which they did so unmercifully, that the officer
in charge, out of humanity, gave orders to pull round,
and brought all the little innocents on board again,
as well as some six or seven more which they had
picked up in their passage. Well, when Captain
saw them all come back on his hands, he looked at
them, they say, likean ogre, for he thought the bar-
barians had contrived it on purpose, to prevent his
fighting his ship, and he swore, so soon as the flood
made, he would heave the brats overboard, every
cherub, and let them tide back again. But when the
time come, being a family man himself, his heart
always misgaVe,—So the children remained aboard,—
and there was her Majesty's gunbrig the turned
into a regular Foundling -Hose-ital.
By good luck our commandentook me with him on
a visit to the brig, and sure enough she was literally
swarming with little flat-faced Chinese, some put to
bed three and four in a hainmock, and the rest sprawl-
ing about the decks, each looked after by !-t strapping
he-nursemaid six foot high,—the carpenters nurseling
excepted, which, being called off to a sob, he had tied
by the leg to a ring bolt. And oh, thinks I, if my
dear motherly mother, could but see the boatswain !
a great, red-faced monster, and almost as hairy as the
beast that suckled Romulus and Romus, a sitting on
a carronade, with a brown foundling on each knee,
one getting up a squall and the other sick, from being
tried with a soft quid of tobacco, because it couldn't
manage hard biscuit ! And than the noise !—for at
least half of the children were screeching like para-
keets, I don't think for want of toys, for one had a
marlinspike, and another the tar-brush, and another
an old swab, but by degrees the whole kit of inno-
cents on deck had set up their pipes as if King
Herod had got among them—and nobody knew why.
Some thought it was at the black cook, and others

BENTLEY'S MISCELLANY.
This periodical has reached us at such a late
whole,
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hour, that we must perforce content ourselves
with a
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pleasantly from grave to gay. The first article
is an account of an unsophisticated Coe'
ne K y
fortunes and misfortunes at P • aris, and of the
droll practical jokes played off on him by a
scampish adventurer, one Jack Johnson. There
are several whimsical incidents iu this
article,
and no lack of broad huineur, which • is one of
the most popular qualifications that a periodical
writer can possess. Some clever Illustrations by
Leech add greatly to the effect of the different
sketches and descriptions. The " Life and Songs
of Anacreon" is an agreeable: essay, interspersed
•with scraps of criticism and poetical translations.
We do not, however, agree with the author in
his remark that " it would be difficult to find
any two poets between whom so great, a simi-
larity of genius and disposition existed as that
between Horace and Anacreon." Both certainly
were social and festive in ,their temperament,
and sang the joys of love and wine with equal
grace and freedom, and so far they resemble
each other; but Horace was a thorough man of
the world, which we have no proof, in his
writings at least, that Anacreon was; again,
Horace when he pleased, lyas alternately a good-
, humoured and caustic satirist, whereas Anacreon
does not appear to have had the slightest idea of
'satire; moreover, Horace. was an elegant and
judicious critic, and imbued with all the lighter
literature of the age ; occasionally, too, though
not often, lie evinced in
.his .more serious lyrics
a moral dignity and elevation of sentiment ap-
proaching.to the sublime; in Anacreon none of
these qualities are visible; he displays no lofti-
ness of thought, no acquaintance with even the
literature of his own country, but is simply a.
lazy, laughing Epicurean, whose range of ideas
is limited to a degree„and whose sense of enjoy-
ment is purely animal, however gracefully it is
expressed. The " Haunted Mine" is a passable
story from the pen ',Of Mr. Peake. " A Cam-
paign with the • Christinos " furnishes us with
some entertaining and animated details respect-,
ing, the late civil war in the Peninsula. "
Ttie
Dying Child" is a pathetic little poem which
we regret that our limits will not permit us to
extract, "The piper" is an Irish story, verging

said the Newfoundland dog—however, the secret came
out at last.
"Forward, there ! " sings out the first leftenant,
" what is that noise ?"
" Why then if you please, sir," says the coxon, " it's
all along of the ship's monkey. He's got so infarnal
jealous of our nussin and fondlin the Chinese babbles
that he's crept round on the sly and give 'em all a
bite a piece!"
In the present chapter of the " Barnabys in
America," the scene of action is removed from
New Orleans to Philadelphia. Major Allan
Barnaby has been unfortunate enough to make a
slight mistake at cards, by which accidental
blunder he has contrived
_to win three or four
thousand dollars. Being a modest man, he is
naturally overwhelmed with confusion ,at the
idea of having committed such an inadvertence,
so packs up and packs off from New Or-
leans with the greatest possible expedition,
and on reaching Philadelphia endeavours,
through the agency of his clever, scheming wife,
to ingratiate himself with the broad-brimmed,
drab-breeched natives. These incidents are hit
off in Mrs. Trollope's liveliest and most caustic
manner. " Reminiscences of a Medical Stu-
dent" consist of a love-story, told with feeling
and simplicity. " The Five Incumbents" is
amusing, but there is too much of it. It might
have been curtailed with advantage. The re-
mainder of the articles are neither better nor
worse than usual.

FRASER'S MAGAZINE.
Fraser is not quite so good as usual this month,
though containing one or two • articles of more
than average ,merit. The first, entitled'" Aff-
ghanistan; is one of these ; it is a notice of Mr.
Masson's admirable volumes of travels in this
remote quarter of India, and discusses the pro-
priety of the late expedition to Caubill in a
temperate and rational spirit. The cursory sketch
of Dest Mahomed's adventurous career is cleverly
drawn up, and will interest all who have the slight-
est acquaintance with East Indian politics. For
the subkance of the sketch, which is necessarily
much abridged, the Reviewer is indebted to Mr.
Mason. " Midway" is a rambling, desultory
essay—or, rather, an unconnected series of para-
graphs on a variety of themes, scarce one of
which is of the slightest interest, The Only
good remark we have been able to discover in it
Is the followinc,,, which by the bye, is quoted from
Madame De Stael :—" In all circumstances of
life you may observe that as soon as a man per-
ceives you are in pressing need of his assistance,
he almost invariably cools towards you." This
remark is more in the spirit of itouchefoucault
than of the authoress of " Corinne," who, if we
remember rightly, does not often deal in such
bitter, truthful sarcasm. From the "- Memoirs
of Sir Murray Maxwell," which we regret to
state, are chiefly. remarkable fbr their prosi-
ness, we quote the only two anecdotes worth

reading :
During this long interval there occurred but little
either to the subject of this memoir, or to those most
intimately connected with him, of which it is necest
sary to make mention. Once, indeed, Captain Max-
well had well nigh lost his life in a way which would
have mortified the most casual of his acquaintance;
not to speak of the agony which the accident would
have caused to those more deeply .interested in hint.,
It happened, that in the course of a ramble near the
Devil's Point, at the entrance of Hamoaze, he took,
on a certain occasion, a flying leap over *a loose stone
wall that ran in front of him. The leap was a set
rious one, as may be guessed when we state that the
height of the wall was such as to hide from the view
of the leaper all that lay beyond till he was actuallyin
the air. And that which did lie beyond was a quarry
or pit, measuring not less than sixty feet in depth.
Captain Maxwell 'saw his danger after the spring had
been taken, and, with rare presence of mind, averted
it. He dropped one foot while topping the wall, so
as to catch the upper part of the coping, and the
stones happening to be weighty, and to hold well to-
gether, he succeeding in throwing himself back again
upon his own ground. In speaking of this narrow
escape he used not unfrequently to advert to another •
instance in which his agility in leaping had come un-
expectedly into play. When fitting out the Ulysses,
near Long Reach in the Thames, he landed; on a cer-
tain occasion, with his friend Captain Nourse, and
strolling into the country, came suddenly on a -party
of country lads who were practising at a bar. The
two officers stopped to watch proceedings, upon which
the countrymen entered with them into a sort of
skirmish of wit, in the course of which they chal-
lenged the blue jackets to jump. Captain Maxwell
immediately took up the gauntlet, and raising the bar
about a foot and a half above the highest point which
they had yet attempted, he, without any apparent
exerticn, cleared it. The countrymen were quite
amazed, while Captain, then Lieutenant Nourse, ex-
claimed in high glee, " There, .you land lubbers,—
can you do anything like that ?"
" Children" is a pleasing sketch, whose pre-
vailing tone is kindly and cordial. The writer is
a great amateur of boys and girls, whence we
conclude he has long since resigned all preten-
sions to a state of single blessedness.. • In"-Notes
by a Reader of History" .we find this curious
passage ;—" The following is a summary of the
exploits of a Queen of Syria, Cleopatra by
name :—she had been the wife of three .Kings of
Syria, and the mother of four. Two of her hus-
bands she had been the death of, and of :her
sons, one she murdered with her own hand, and
would have. served another after the same
fashion, only he poisoned her instead." An,
amiable couple,.- this mother and son, and
worthy to compare.. with Agrippina, and
her respectable first-born, Nero ! " Hoaxing
Histories" is a passable story; in which the
manifold grievances of a fat old gen-
tleman in the Kent-road are related with
some humour. In the observations on the
" Ashburton Treaty" the writer boldly ex-
presses his disappointment at the result of Lord
Ashburton's mission -to America, and states that
his Lordship was about the most unfit individual
that England could have selected to settle her
dispute about the Boundary question with the
United States. " Dickens's American Notes" is
a very disparaging review of this sketchy and
gossiping work; some of the Reviewer's stric-
tures are just enough, but on the whole he is too
severe. We quote from the article headed
" Midway" a whimsical anecdote of the present
King of Prussia :
His Majesty, when taking a nliorning walk in the neigh-
bourhood of fotzdam shortly after his accession, ob-
served an old woman belabouring a donkey "with all
her means." The beast would not budge an inch,
and as the cart at his tail contained' the morning milk
intended for the principal families in Potzdam, the old
lady's perplexity pretty nearly equalled her rage. The
King, after enjoying for a few moments this specimen
of the " contortion of the sybil without her inspira-
tion," approached, and inquired whether the donkey
had been seized with a sudden fit of sulkiness, or was
at some of his " old lunes." "Ah ! Sir," said the
disconsolate dame, " the accursed brute knows well
enough what he is. at. He wants to ruin me. It
being n6w nearly breakfast time, all my best mist
tomers will be on the look-out for this milk-cart. I
shall lose every soul of them, and all. through the
obstinate malice of this malignant beast. But if,"
here she hesitated and looked imploringly at the
King,—" if a fine gentleman like yourself, Sir, would
assist a poor wo nan, we might manage the animal
between us fast enough." " What would you have
me do ?" inquired the King. ," Just lay hold of him
by the ears, and while you tug away with all your
might, I'll anoint his hind quarters with the cudgel,
and off he'll start, nor stop till he has reached the
town." His Majesty did as he was desired, and the
donkey, seeing the odds against him, went on his way
at a very tolerable pace. On returning from his
stroll, the King related to his Royal Consort the co-
mical occurrence which had made him for once milk-
purveyor to the good people of Potzdain. "
My
dear Fritz," said the quQen, remonstratingly, " when
you were Crown Prince this sort of thing was very
well, and, indeed, highly amusing ; but as King —"
" Nonsense, my love,' cried his Majesty, " What
have I done in this more than was done over and over
again by my late father ? Many an ass did he help
forward during his reign. So you see I have a Royal
precedent in my favour." -

PRISON DISCIPLINE.--A few days since Daniel
O'Neale, a prize-fighter, who has fought several
battles in the ring, died in the workhouse of St.
George-in-the-East, to which place be had been re-
moved about five weeks since, on his release from the
House of Correction, Coldbath-fields, where he had
suffered twelve months' imprisonment and hard la-
bour, for an assault of an aggravated nature on a
labouring coal-whipper in the district. The deceased
was better known by the name of Poacher Neale, and
previous to his incarceration was a remarkably tall
athletic man, of great strength, and in good health.
He came out greatly reduced—a mere shadow of his
former self—and his wife and his friends could scarcely
recognise him. When Neale was committed for trial,
the Magistrate said, " You are a giant in appearance,
and possess the strength of a giant, and no ordinary
man can stand up against you. This description of
O'Neale was correct enough; he entered the prison a
hearty, strong man, in the best of health ; he gradually
wasted away, and when he left his place of confine-
ment he was as helpless as a child. He was removed
to the infirmary of the workhouse, where he lingered
for a month and died. No inquest has been held on
the body, or any information given to the Coroner.
WHIMSICAL P.ROJECT.—A young lady advertises,
in"a morning paper, for some cancelled postage-stamps
to paper her dressing-room. She states that she has
collected nearly 16,000, but she finds that insufficient
for the purpose, and will be ;obliged to any good-
natured persons assisting her in her whimsical project.