Star.
London, England, 1830-07-20 00:00:00

SCINTILLA.

ENIGMA.
The noblest object in the work of art,
The brightest scene that Nature can impart,
The well known signal in the time of peace,
Tl:e point essential in the tenant's lease,
The farmer's comfort when be holds the plough,
The soldier's duty and the lover's vow,
The planet seen between the earth and sun,
The prize that merit never yet has won,
The miser's idol and the badge of Jews,
The wife's ambition and the parson's dues;
If now your noble spirit can divine,
A correspondent word for every line,
By the first letter will be plainly
hewns
An ancient city of no mall renow

EXTRAORDINARY ASSESSMENTS.—A vestry was
lately held at Mothill, in the County of Waterford, in obedience
the monition of the Bishop of Waterford, when the following cu.
Hors assessments were passed :.-.Two foundlings—two shillings
and sixpence; collector's salary, one penny costs of monition.
one half penny appartitors fee, one half penny.
STRANDS VISITORS.—Four young whales, on a tour,
paid a visit to Lossiemouth, last week. The hospitable natives
invited their guests, by most taking efforts, to go on shore. But
their pressing invitations were rejected. After satisfying their
curiosity and looking at the town, making a splash, and blowing
up every thing about them, according to act form and good pre.
cadent, the illustrious strangers dashed off to sea again in the grand.
at style imaginable, leaving the town's folk in an agony of wonder
and disappointment.
PURITY OY ELECTION.--" How much did they give
kr a vote in your town ?" asked one of the free and independent
electors of Newry, addressing himself to one of the Downpatrick
Pot-wallopers. We were paid well when it came to the last tug,-
was the reply t " I got ten pounds for my vote." " Ten pounds !"
said the Newry-man, contemptuously ; "and did they put you oil
with hat?" " Why, and what did you get ?" demanded the citi.
ten of Down, with earnestness. "We got, every man of us, a pun.
eheon of whisl r replied :the elector of Newry. " Powers of
Justice !" exclaimed the Downpatrick burgher, in a burst of vir.
woos indignation—" Powers of Justice ! we have been robbed out
of the face !"—Newry Examiner.
THE FIRE—IRONS; OR, FAMILY QuAuttELs.—Mr.
Chose was gravely reading the original Hafen Slawkenbergius. at
one sde of the fire, and Mrs. Chose sat darning old worsted stock-
ings at the other. By some untoward accident, the fire.irons were
all on Mrs. Chose's side. " lily dear," said Mr. Chose, " how
miserable it makes me to gaze on any thing that looks un.unifomi ;
be kind enough, my dear, to let me have the poker on my side."
Mrs. Chose, who was busy taking a long stitch at the time, replied
" give it you presently, my love." " Nay, pt'ythee, put mt
out of pain at once; 'tis absolutely quite distressing to my eye—the
fire-place looks like a sow with one ear." " One fiddle stick I How
can you be so whimsical? ' " How do you mean whimsical ?"
" Lord, man, don't be so pogo), fidgetty." " No, madam, I am
no such ding I" Pray, sir, don't put yourself into such a fluster."
" I tell you lam not in a fluster." " I say, sir, you arc. For
shame !—How can you throw yourself in such a passion ?" "I in
&passion !" " Yes, sir, you are." " 'Tis false !" " 'Tis true !"
" Madam, 'ifs no such thing." " S'death, do you think that
I'll submit to such provoking language ?" " You shall submit."
" I won't." " You shall." " I shan't." " I'll make you.''
" You can't." "By Heavens, madam." " By Heavens, sir."
" Hold your tongue, Mrs. Chose." " I won't, Alr. Chose.'
At it they went, ding dong, with poker and tongs. The
more he ranted, the more she raved : till, at last, vieing
to out.do each other, in provocation, the contention ran so
exceedingly high that Mr. Chose declared that he would not live
with Mrs. Chose an hour longer; and Mrs. Chose declared she
would not sleep another night beneath the same roof, much less in
the same bed ! " Madam," said the husband, "'cis time that we
should part." " With all my heart," said the wife. " Agreed !"
said he. " Agreed !" echoed she. A lawyer was absolutely sent
for, to draw up the articles of separation ; being, Inirabls dicto, a
peace-loving, strife-quelling. sort of a man, he begged to hear the
particulars that led them to such a hasty conclusion. He was or.
deved to proceed to business, but obstinately persevered in his re-
fusal. Addressing himself to the husband, he said, " Are you both
fully agreed upon a separation ?" " Yes, yes ;" exclaimed both
parties. " Well, sir, what are your reasons for so doing ?" "Sir,
I can't inform you." " Madam, will you be so kind as to acquaint
me ?" " Indeed, sir, I cannot." "If this is the case," said the
peacc.loving lawyer, " I venture to pronounce your quarrel has
originated in something so frivolous, that you are both ashamed tc
own it." He urged the point so closely, that he at length extorted
the truth; nor did he desist from his friendly interference until he
had the satisfaction to re-establish the most perfect harmony.
Warned by his friendly admonition, this wedded couple grew more
circumspect in their words, less aggravating in their manners; and.
in short, quite left off wrangling, and lived happy.--Pros and Cons
for Cupid and Hymen.
IRISH Ds,* waTtow.—The following whimsical scene
sews in a lively little volume just published, entitled " Irish Cot-
tages." It is supposed to take place before a Mr. Bruce and
Bench of Magistrates, and to follow a ease of information agains,
one Moran, a friend of the plaintiff, for selling spirits without a
legal qualifiestion.
" Bench.—Call the nest case. Clerk. James Cassidy against
Brien Foley, for using a malicious and slanderous explosion against
him, in Nick Moran's house on Monday night, the 2d of Decent.
her, and also for an assault. Bends—Cassidy, take the book ; not,
state what yea have to complain of. Cassidy—Plato your wor.
ships, there was a Mgt party of betewkst 50 or 49, (I wont pros,
to men than 49, boning the childer are to be counted.) Bench—
Don't mind unnecessary particulars ; come to the point. Cossidi
—There was, an I was observing, betewkst 49 or 50 of us in the
two rooms, very pleasant and neighbourlike together, taking s
tumbler of punch to serve Nick Moran's new house, I mean the new
ould house, behave he had to buy windy. and to put up a chimlcy.
Ernst—What do you mean by serving Nick Moran's house
Cassidy—Giving him the benefit, Oast your honour, ot the
whiskey. Benoh.—Do you mean that you paid him tor the whit.
key ? Cassidy.—No, plan your honor, by no meant' ;it was for
the punch only we paid—that is, we owe him for it. Bench.—ray
virtue of your oath, did you understand that the punch there was to
be paid for? Cassidy.—Every sup, your honour, barring what
Nick drank himself, and why not ? sure we're on honour to pay.
now that the score stick is broke. Bench.--(To the gauger.) This
will prove your case. Clerk, make out a conviction for Nick Mo-
ran. Cassidy.--Bad luck to his tongue, 'twasn't to bring Nick
Moran (my own wiles half sister's son) into trouble, I was intend-
ing—quite the contrary, your worships: I have no more to say
(retiring.) Butch.—Stay ; you have not told me a word of
your own affair yet. What's your complaint against Foley.?
Cassidy.—Sure enough. Why then, plaze your honour, I
rather not be and about Foley's busmen; lit's enough to be
an informer, in spite of one's self too, wanst in a day.
Foley sill the skrimmage, that's all. Busch.-oh,
vice
yen have nothing more to say, we dismiss the case, b
mots against you ; sixpence the summons—a shilling the..
Cassidy.—WW I have to pay for the summons, your honour'
1.,s Certainly, if you have nothing to prove against the per.on
you have summoned.—easeidy—Why, then, your worship. it
that's the case, I'll tell you all about it, from tint to last, and I'll
hewn my oath.—Beneh.--You're on your oath already.—Cassidy
...Well, then, I'll be on my oath again, and leave it to my dy.ing
boar, that Brien Foley used a slanderous and ten ible word against
my character, that is not fit to be repeated before your honours,
Ica
he rolge--Resch.—Come, Sir, don't keep us here all day. hal
am he say ?—Cassidy.—Why then, saving yonr presence, he ealleil
ms before one hundred peeple—Beneh.— You said just now there
were only between forty-nine and fifty (whatever number tha
may be) present ; take care. Cassidy.— You're right ;
stead tweeted, your worship. Well, then, before fifty Cl
the asighbours —he called me—but wouldn't it be dac:nt.
eraw worships, to send the women out of coon
lrloung girls any way ; the ould one's an't so delicate.—To this
an very creditable to Jemmy Castikly's delicacy the
tes readily assented. The court was accordingly
cleared oVrettales. And after the confusion which this occa-
sioned had subsided, the complainant stated that Foley, after having
called him, nearly twenty times, a gimlet-eyed rascal
.(Cassidy
squinted a little), and a rogue and a liar, which he did nt much
mind, as Foley had the cross sup
in him, at last celled him a
Go LuIIWU a. Herethere wacan indication of merriment in the Court.
in which, to say the truth, the Bench were constrained to. panty:
pate ; and this did not diminish when Mr. Bruce dryly rforniu
poor Cassidy that Golnnipus was not an actionable word ; glamour.
ously asserting that it was compounded ot Go :oh, the giant. and
0 yam:, the mountain, and therefore must Ten a Man.inountar a _
so, his worship, instead of making lade of you, as ou has'.
imagined, the defimdent has really beet, making the ,nasal ot you
We are, however, to consider the assault. Cassidy-1 don't cs 7
about that, since my character is cleared."

BIRTH.
The 15th inst. the lady of the Rey J. T. Debrisay, of a son.
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The 15th inst. in the 77th year of his age, after a lingering Wl-
nos, Joseph Downes, printer, Strand, Temble Dar. Although
eccentric in his manners, he bad kind and benevolent fcelinga.-iw
family and many friends deeply regret his loss—his literary Woo
were much employed for the general benefit of society.

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