It was in the beginning of the month of November, 17--, when a young English gentleman, who had just left the university of Oxford, made use of the liberty afforded him, to visit some parts of the north of England; and curiosity extended his tour into the adjacent frontier of the sister country.

One or two of these scoundrel statesmen should be shot once a-year, just to keep the others on their good behavior.

Marry in haste, repent at leisure.

'Tis an old tale, and often told; But did my fate and wish agree, Ne'er had been read, in story old, Of maiden true betray'd for gold, That loved, or was avenged, like me!

Chivalry!---why, maiden, she is the nurse of pure and high affection---the stay of the oppressed, the redresser of grievances, the curb of the power of the tyrant ---Nobility were but an empty name without her, and liberty finds the best protection in her lance and her sword.

In man's most dark extremity Oft succour dawns from Heaven.

What a strange scene if the surge of conversation could suddenly ebb like the tide, and show us the real state of people's minds.