Wolfgang avowed his passion for her. He told her the story of his mysterious dream, and how she had possessed his heart before he had ever seen her. She was strangely affected by his recital, and acknowledged to have felt an impulse toward him totally unaccountable. It was the time for wild theory and wild actions. Old prejudices and superstitions were done away; every thing was under the sway of the Goddess of reason.' Among other rubbish of the old times, the forms and ceremonies of marriage began to be considered superfluous bonds for honourable minds. Social compacts were the vogue. Wolfgang was too much of a theorist not to be tainted by the liberal doctrines of the day. Why should we separate ?' said he 6 ; our hearts are united; in the eye of reason and honour we are one. What need is there of sordid forms to bind high souls together ?'

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"The stranger listened with emotion; she had evidently received illumination at the same school.

hanging over the bed, and one arm thrown over it. He spoke to her, but received no reply. He advanced to awaken her from her uneasy posture. On taking her hand, it was coldthere was no pulsation-her face was pallid and ghastly.-In a word—she was dead.

"Horrified and frantic, he alarmed the house. A scene of confusion ensued. The police was summoned. As the officer of police entered the room, he started back on beholding the corpse.

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"Great heaven!' cried he, how did this woman come here?' "Do you know any thing about her?' said Wolfgang eagerly.

"Do I?' exclaimed the police officer: she was guillotined yesterday!'

"He stepped forward; undid the black collar round the neck of the corpse, and the head rolled on the floor!

“The student burst into a frenzy. The fiend! the fiend has gained possession of me!' shrieked he: 'I am lost for ever!'

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They tried to soothe him, but in vain. He was possessed with the frightful belief that an evil spirit had reanimated the dead body to ensnare him. He went distracted, and died in a mad-house.

Here the old gentleman with the haunted head finished his narrative. "And is this really a fact?' said the inquisitive gentleman.

"A fact not to be doubted,' replied the other. I had it from the best authority. The student told it me himself. I saw him in a madhouse at Paris.' ”*

THE

Thro' sunny plains and valleys green, Yon silvery streamlet winds its way:

While on its banks fresh flow'rs are seen,
That, smiling, seem to woo its stay.

It must not stay-the current's force
Forbids it here to find repose!
But onwards still it takes its course,
And sadly murmurs as it goes.--

Upon its polish'd breast no more

"The latter part of the above story is founded on an anecdote related to me, and said to exist in

Sweet flow'rs their breathing perfume shed,

Its path is now the rocky shore,

Its final rest the Ocean's bed. Thus down the stream of Time we glide, From youth and joy to age and pain; We cannot check the ceaseless tide,

Or bid Hope's blossoms bud again.

Yet, let us calmly meet our doom,

'Twere better far that heerts should sever,

When love and truth together bloom,

Than linger till they fade for ever!

captain.

The son of Joseph Bonaparte, formerly an attorney at Bayonne, was converted by the magic of Bonaparte into a sceptre, which, after ruling Naples, commanded Spain.

Short Commons.-At a shop window in the Strand, there appears the following notice: "Wanted two apprentices, who shall be treated as one of the family."!!

Artificial Incubation.-Paris as well as London has its exhibition of this kind. "Would you (says a writer in one of the French journals,) without a tedious journey have the opportunity of contemplating one of the wonders of Egypt? Go to the ChampsElysées, and there, at No. 37 in the Widow's Walk, you will see, by means of artificial incubation, chickens hatched before your eyes, without hens having any thing to do with the affair. The theory of this art, equally valuable to science and to gluttony, had been taught in several works, but the practice of it was but little advanced, until after four years of application M. Borne at length obtained this triumph over the kingdom of Pharaoh. His incubating ovens have excited the interest of our learned men, the curiosity of our fashionables, and the appetite of our epicures, who have been anxious to ascertain by their own experience the flavour of these offspring of art. It is said that all kinds of poultry may be hatched in M. Borne's ovens. Without speaking of the rest, nothing can be more evident than that the race of geese are rapidly multiplying already."

SIR THOMAS MORE.

In making lately some necessary repairs in St. Dunstan's church, Canterbury, a box was found, containing the head of the great Lord Chancellor More, who was condemned to the block by that ruthless king, Henry the VIIIth, for refusing to take the oath of supremacy to the self-willed · monarch. The head, with the exception of a few of the teeth, was much decayed; and the sacred remains have been restored to their restingplace. Sir Thomas was beheaded on the 6th of July, 1625, in the 53d year of his age; after the execution, tho' the body was buried in the church of St. Peter, in the Tower, and afterwards in Chelsea church, where it now lies, yet his head was set on a pole upon London Bridge; and was afterwards privately bought by his daughter Margaret, wife of J. Roper, esq. His daughter preserved the head in a box, with much devotion, and placed it in a vault, partly in the wall on the south side of the church, where it was recently discovered, and very near to her own tomb. The south chancel of the church is called the Roper chancel; and there hung the helmet and surcoat, with the arms of Sir T. More on it.

MAN IS MAN.--The rose hath its thorns-the diamond its specks-and the best man his failings.

He who triumphs over a woman, would over a man-if he durst. He only proves by doing so that he is both a fool and a coward.

TITLES OF SOVEREIGNS.-The King of Monomotapa is surrounded by musicians and poets, who call him Lord of the Sun and Moon; Great Magician, and Great Thief!

The King of Araccan is called "Emperor of Araccan, Possessor of the White Elephants and the Two Earrings, Legitimate Heir of Pegul and Brama, Lord of the Twelve Provinces of Bengal, and the Twelve Kings who place their heads under his feet."

The King of Ava is called God. When he writes to a foreign Sovereign, he calls himself the King of Kings, whom all others should obey, as he is

absolute master of the ebb and flow of the sea, brother to the sun, and King of the four and twenty umbrellas: These umbrellas are always carried before him.

The Kandyan Sovereign is called Dewo, (God.) In a deed of gift, he proclaims himself the protector of religion, whose fame is infinite and of surpassing excellence, exceeding the moon, the unexpanded jessamin buds, the stars, &c., whose feet are as fragrant to the noses of other Kings as flowers to bees; our most noble patron and god by custom, &c.

[FROM THE FRENCH.] Dialogue between a Mother and her Daughter.

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"Sophy, I will not let you run about the garden in that manner, without your bonnet, with M. Ernest." But, Mamma, you have been walking arm in arm, in the same way with M. "What a comparison; I am old enough to know what I am about. Sophy, if M. Ernest should ask you at the ball this evening to waltz with him, I forbid your doing so."-- Why, Mamma? Last Sunday you waltzed twice with M. Oh, that's quite another thing. Besides, M. is your papa's intimate friend; and when you are married you may waltz with your husband's intimate friend.-Sophy, I do not like your swinging with M. Ernest; it is not a proper exercise for a young lady." 6 But, Mamma, this morning you passed half an hour in the see-saw, with M.: "How different!Sophy, I desire that this afternoon you will not seat yourself in the drawingroom by M. Ernest." Mamma, I do not seat myself by him, he seats himself by me. Besides, I assure you he does it only to be near you, and in every thing to imitate M.. who never quits your side.' 66 Sophy, when we have company, I will not allow you to be constantly playing at cards. Gaming is an amusement very unsuitable to a young female." But, Mam ma, you set me the example. Recollect that only yesterday, having lost all the money in your purse at Ecarté, you were obliged to borrow some of

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"What a difference! If I did borrow money of M. it was only because he is your papa's intimate friend, and to whom under such circumstances, should one have recourse but to one's friend ?" In one word, Mamma, in order to satisfy you, I see that I must follow the advice which the doctor gave to papa-Do as I say, and not as I do." "

A person in Paris lately established a bureau, where those who have no and even small clothes; the prizes are money may risk their coat, waistcoat, paid in the same articles. We are assured that a poor wretch who bad risked his last pair of inexpressibles upon a quarterne (four numbers) had a turn of fortune, and became entitled to receive 75,000 pairs of breeches!

A glorious revVENGE.-If you feel inclined to exercise your vengeance against one that has deeply injured you, take the first opportunity of doing him a service. If he has any feeling, you will wound him to the quick.

MATTER.Berkeley, bishop of Cloyne, is the last who, by a hundred captious sophisms, has pretended to prove that bodies do not exist. They have, says he, neither colour, nor smell, nor heat; all these modalities are in your sensations, and not in the objects. He might have spared himself the trouble of proving this truth, for it was already sufficiently known. But from thence he passes to extent and solidity, which are essential to body; and thinks he proves that there is no extent in a piece of green cloth, because the truth is, it is not in reality green, the sensation of green being in ourselves only. Having thus destroyed extent, he concludes that solidity, which is attached to it, falls of itself; and therefore that there is nothing in the world but our ideas. So that, according to this doctrine, ten thousand men killed by ten thousand cannon-shots, are in reality nothing more than ten thousand apprehensions of our understanding; Surely the bishop of Cloyne might have saved himself from falling into this excessive absurdithe cause of the preservation of all animals, the regulator of the seasons, the

ty. He might very easily see that extent and solidity were quite different from sound, colour, taste, smell, &c. It is quite clear that these are sensations excited in us by the configuration of parts; but extent is not sensation. When this lighted coal goes out, I am no longer warm; when the air is no longer-struck, I cease to hear; when this rose withers, I no longer smell it but the coal, the air, and the rose, have extent without me. Berkeley's paradox is not worth repeating.

M. BONPLAND.

(Extract from a private letter.) Rio Janeiro, April 9.--" During my stay in this country I have obtained pretty circumstantial information respecting the events in Paraguay, where Dr. Franzia still governs. The following appear to me to be the most authentic particulars relating to the fate of M. Bonpland, which has excited so much interest in France and England, and wherever this courageous and in telligent traveller is known :-About two years and a half ago, M. Bonpland was at Santa Anna on the east bank of the Rio Parana, where he had formed plantations of the matté, or the tea of Paraguay. About eleven o'clock in the morning he was seized and carried off by a detachment of eight hundred of Dr. Franzia's troops. They destroyed the plantations, which were in a most flourishing state, and seized M. Bonpland, and the Indian families whom the mildness of his character and the advantages of the rising civilization had engaged to settle near him. Some Indians escaped by swimming, others, who resisted, were massacred by the soldiers. M. Bonpland taking on his shoulders a part of his precious collection of natural history, was conducted to Assomption, the capital of Paraguay, and sent from thence to a port in quality of physician to the garrison. It is not known how long he remained in this exile; but I am assured that he has since been sent for by Dr. Franzia, the supreme director of Paraguay, and ordered to another part, to superintend a commercial communication between Paraguay and Peru, perhaps towards the province of the Chiquitos and Santa Cruz de la Sierra. M. Bonpland is to

complete at that place the making of a great road, at the same time that he will pursue his botanical researches. His friends flatter themselves that the steps taken by the French Government, those of the Institute, and of M. Von Humboldt, will not be unsuccessful. General Bolivar has also written a letter to the supreme director of Paraguay, in which he claims our countryman in the most affectionate terms, as the friend of his youth. If M. Bonpland is so fortunate as to return to Europe, he may throw great light on countries hitherto unknown."

AN UPSTART.--The most biting mortification you can inflict upon an upstart is, to take no notice of him.

Singular Occurrence.-On Saturday, as a gentleman was sitting under the chancel of the abbey of Linchden he perceived a hawk pursuing a lark, which a little before was

making the woods reecho with its melodious notes. In order to save the little fugitive, he shouted and clapped his hands, when immediately the lark descended, and alighted on his knee, nor did it offer to leave him when taken into the hand, but seemed coufident of that protection which it had sought. The gentleman brought it in his hat to Dumfries; and, on going into his garden, gave the little warbler liberty.

An old lady in Dumfries, of the age of 86, who had lost all her teeth several years ago, has, to the astonishment of her friends, cut six new teeth within these few months, and, as may be supposed, enjoys no small satisfaction in being once more able to bite a crust. But there is an old gentleman

living not many doors from her, upwards of

97 years of age, who has not lost one of his teeth, and is able to crack the hardest seabiscuit. What is still more remarkable, he can read and write without the aid of spectacles.

NEWLY INVENTED PRINTING MA

CHINERY.

THE Printing Apparatus invented by Mr. Church,* of the Britannia Works, Birmingham, forms perhaps the most extraordinary long time been submitted to the public. It combination of machinery that has for a consists of three pieces of mechanism. The first of these has for its object the casting of metallic types with extraordinary expedition and the arrangement of them for the compositor. By turning a handle, a plunger is made to displace a certain portion of fluid metal, which rushes with considerable force, through small apertures, into the moulds and matrices by which the types are cast. The farther progress of the machine discharges the types from the moulds, and causes them to descend into square

Mr. Church is an inhabitant of Boston,