tering his impatience for some time, broke out on a sudden with "Damn both your bloods, send round the wine." -Book of the Boudoir.

TO LORD BYRON.

The church of Hucknal, where the family vault of the Byrons is, presents an unsightly object in a most secluded village, to which one has access by most vile roads,

about three miles distant from

Newstead Abbey. It is here the urn, containing the heart and brains of Lord Byron, are disgraced (as I must say) by the paltry memorials, erected more in his mockery than in his honor. The vault is under the chief end of the church; and the access to it is by the removal of a flag, with a large iron ring attached. Here nine of the family are laid-and here he, the greatest of them, is recorded as if he were but the sorry poet of the parish. There is no monument-there is no inscription written by one of his inspired friends--there is no commemoration of his works-the only tribute is a bit of white marble plastered into the wall, on which the following paltry epitaph is written:

In the Vault beneath, Where many of his Ancestors and his Mother are

buried,

Lie the remains of

George Gordon Noel Byron,
Lord Byron of Rochdale,
In the County of Lancaster,

The Author of " Childe Harold's Pilgrimage."
He was born on the 22d of January, 1788.
He died at Missolonghi, in Western Greece,

The 19th of August, 1824, Engaged in the glorious attempt to restore that country to her ancient freedom and renown.

We made several inquiries in the neighbourhood about the habits of Lord Byron in his youth, or when he was last a resident of the Abbey; but we found no one, even in appearance, the least interested in his memory. As the property has passed from his family, the recollection of the family seems to pass away; and, in a few years, the seat of his birth, and of his

eternal rest, will be the only places where he will be forgotten.

The Leipsic Fair Catalogue gives a list of 3160 works published during the preceding six months, and announces 356 new works as ready to appear.

OXFORD BON MOTS.

Dr. Barton, warden of Merton College, Oxford, received a morning visit in the closet, as the French would call it. The visitor, Dr. Sibthorp, said to him, " Mr. Warden, why do you sit in such a little place as this? You have not room to swing a cat." -" I do not want to swing a cat, Dr. Sibthorp."

He invited, for the love of punning, Mr. Crowe and Mr. Rook to dine with him; and having given Mr. Birdmore, another guest, a hint to be rather after the time, on his appearing, said, "Mr. Rook! Mr. Crowe! I beg leave to introduce one Bird more."

He married his niece to a gentleman of the hopeful name of Buckle. The enterprise succeeded beyond his expectation. Mrs. Buckle was delivered of twins. "A pair of Buckles !"--" Boys or girls?" said a congratulating friend; the answer may be supposed.

On the day when the news of the decease of the ex-Emperor reached the Tuilleries, Louis XVIII. was surrounded by a brilliant Court, all of whom, with the exception of one man, received the intelligence with the most unequivocal signs of delight. This man was general Rapp, who burst into tears. The King perceived and noticed it. "Yes, sire," answered the General, “I do weep for Napoleon; and you will excuse it, for to him I owe everything in the world, even the honour of now serving your Majesty, since it was he that made me what I am!" The King, in an

A parish in Lincolnshire was, some years ago, the residence of a Sir John Trollop, in which he displayed many acts of liberality; among others, he beautified the church, and erected a lofty spire. The inhabitants, to testify their gratitude, and to perpetuate the memory of their generous benefactor, caused a statue to be erected in the church, with one hand pointing up to the steeple, and the other downward to the spot where his remains were to be intered, and under this figure were engraved the following curious lines:

This is the effigy of Sir John Trollop,
Who caus'd those stones, that spire to roll up;
And when that God does take his soul up,
His body is to fill that hole up.

HIS LAST WILL.

An old huntsman being at the point of

death, requested his master would see a few legacies disposed of as follow:

Imprimis, I give to the Sexton, for digging my grave, my tobacco-box.Item, to the Clerk, for two staves, my gin-bottle with silver top. Item, to our sporting Parson, Dr. Dasher, my silvermounted whip, with old Merrilass and her litter of puppies engraved thereon, for a funeral Sarment (if he can make one), on the following text-" Foxes have holes," &c.

Original Poetry.

THE FIELD.
(For the Portfolio.)

On the lonely Field I stood,

The Garden of the Dead! Nor few were then my dreamy thoughts, Nor few the tears I shed! On the sacred Field, I stood, All lights had died away, Save that the watching stars put forth, A sick lugubrious ray! On the silent Field I stood, One sound alone came by: The drowsy voice of slumb'ring leaves Wak'd by the dull wind's sigh: Aye, the starry hosts might well

Look down with blighted ray; And winds and boughs wail fitfully For Youth's and Love's decay! But their sadness could not urge To deeper grief my breast, When harrow'd 'twas to frenzy For the lov'd, long since at rest: When my thoughts and tears were pray'rı, Wild prayers, for slumbers deep With those, whose dream is-Paradise, When wrapt in mortal sleep!

THE DISCONTENTED.

...

"Why have I sense to know the curse that's on me?-Otway."

(For the Portfolio.)

They say my heart is cold and dead,
And that my love is less;
That all my former flame is fled-
And my words are meaningless!
Yes I would be that thing so low,
So dull, and woe-begone!
That my life's curse I might not know,
Or feel the proud world's scorn.

They say that hope once lit my brow,
And my soul was noble then;
But mine eye doth lack its lustre now,
And I shun my fellow men:
Yes-yes, my once proud spirit's cold,
By a world of guilt and guile;
Where coward slaves of base-born mould,

Will murder while they smile.

JAMES BRUTON.

read the history of these lovers. Nadine, daughter of a priest of Vishnon, had been brought up with Zulmio, whose parents were also consecrated to the service of that god. On the promise of an oracle their marriage was projected-they were allowed to associate with each other--to speak without interruption; and this license insensibly induced in their bosoms the soft emotions of love. Nadina, adored by Zulmio, loved him also passionately; still there were obstacles to their union, to destroy which, the sage Alibeck travelled in search of a wonderous water, and for two years they had waited his return. Now, Alibeck was no more, and they knew it not! Zulmio, endowed with every quality which renders man delightful, had never seen the light! his darkened eyes had never beheld the charms of Nadina, to whom yet his soul was attached by ties more powerful than those woven by mere beauty: yes-sweetness, goodness, equality of temper, with nobleness of disposition and of sentiment, enchained him to a heart so fully framed to appreciate the qualities of his own. The mother of Nadina, initiated in the mysteries of Zoroaster, imagined from a superstition originating in the untutored ideas of the Magi, that the blindness of Zulmio was a mark of reprobation. "Whom the sun loves," said she, " he enlightens; let Zulmio, if he will, appease his wrath, or let him relinquish Nadina." The oracle, previously consulted, had asserted that Zulmio would see the light ere he completed his twentieth year: the sage, Alibeck, who was to bring the miraculous water from the source of Zetma, was not returned: this day, the last one of so cherished a hope, must render the lovers miserable for ever, since in an hour Zulmio

would have completed the predicted term, and being yet blind, the priests of Vishnon would come, sever their hands, rend their hearts, and cruelly separate these dear friends, oblige them to discharge each other from their mutual vows of fidelity. Thus was it, that in expectation of this fatal moment, Zulmio and Nadina wept, groaned, and vowed to adore each other for ever! Nirsa had no occasion to learn more; quitting her car, and desiring to assume the form of Alibeck, she immediately appeared as a venerable old man; but under what figure soever it pleased the fay to shew herself to mankind, she still retained the privileges of her nature: her soul, superior to that of any mortal, continually enlightened and directed the children of the dust; and as a person masked, on viewing himself in a glass, is struck by the sight of a visage different from his own, and yet loses not the memory of his real features, so the fairy, speaking and acting like the being whose figure she assumed, forgot not that she was Nirsa.

With a slow and majestic step she advanced towards the spot whither the desire of obliging drew her: Nadina perceived, uttered a cry of joy, and running to meet her, exclaimed, "O, Sage! beloved of heaven! O, Alibeck! do I indeed behold you? Do you come to fulfil our desires ? to saction our vows? to bring the divine specific? to render us happy? How many tears has your long absence cost us! whilst, yet a moment, and I should have lost Zulmio for ever!" So saying, she conducted Nirsa to her lover, whom the fairy contemplated with delight. The freshness of early youth adorned his complexion with the liveliest colours; his form was tall, graceful, and light; his fea

tures regular and delicate; his long chesnut hair fell in natural ringlets about his shoulders; and at the name of Alibeck, revived hope spread over his cheek the lustre of the new blown rose. Nirsa would have declared him to be the most beautiful of the children of Adam, had not the charms of Nadina suspended her judgment. The fairy seated herself between them on a bed of turf, calmed their fears, soothed their hearts, yet suffering under incertitude, and promised to render them happy. "A portion of your desires," said she, "will be accomplished ere the end of the day; at my behest, the obstacles opposed to your union will vanish, and you shall be united. Yet, lovely Nadina, as I desire to fulfil your wishes, so should you open your heart to me with sincerity. Consult now your real interests: Is it the hand of Zulmio you seek? Without unsealing his eyes, I can bind you both in one sweet chain. Is it the end of his blindness? Say, will you lose nothing should that blindness cease?" "Ah!" cried Nadina, all astonishment, "what could I lose?" "More than you imagine," replied Nirsa. "Zulmio, deprived of sight, will always love you; your husband wil! ever be your tover, since those qualities which gave birth to his affection cannot fail constantly to retain it; and when, in the eyes of others you are old, to him you will be immortally young; to you he will owe all his pleasures, and to you solely will he be indebted for his happiness. You also, when recalled by the author of Nature to the celestial abodes, will enter them, uncorroded by the cruel torments of jealously, by the torture of loving an ingrate, or by the despair of lavishing affection upon an inconstant!" "And," said Nadina, will Zulmio, should he re

main deprived of sight, be more happy?" "No;" continued the fairy, "in possessing you he would enjoy a supreme blessing, but not to its extent; he could not contemplate charms calculated every moment to augment his delight; never could Nadina's smile intoxicate his soul; but not knowing that she is lovely, he will always love her, and she will be happy" " She will be happy!" cried Zulmio. "Ah! that is enough! I am indeed ignorant of what I lose by remaining in darkness; but, wise Alibeck, grant my union with Nadina, I ask no more; let me ever hear her melodious voice; let me touch her hand, and let her's softly press my own; let her love me, and repeat this to me a thousand times in a moment, so will my desires be accomplished; are there other and greater blessings? If so,

Zulmio neither understands nor seeks them." "But," said Nadina, sighing, "cannot you let him see the light, and render him constant?" "You imagine," replied Nirsa, "that the power of a mortal exceeds that of heaven. Are you ignorant of the extreme fickleness of the sex? When the eyes of your lover shall fall upon many objects capable of charming him, how can you hope that he will fix them but on one? The immensity of the universe suffices not to satiate the crav-ings and audacious desires of man; they have beheld its beauties, and wearied of them, would oblige the powers of air to supply them with new pleasures." Nadina, "should Zulmio remain in his present state, my love and fond attentions will then be his sole solace; he can neither know nor feel any other; and should adverse fate deprive him of me, what then could supply my loss? 1 also should bear with me to the grave, not only his regrets, but the griev

"Alas!" cried