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The lieutenant-colonel sent in his name to the King, signifying, that he had an important piece of intelligence to give. He was admitted. "Sire," said he, ". you have promised fifty gold Fredericks, to the person who would discover the author of of such a libel-I am the man; I lay my head at your feet; but keep your royal word, and while you punish the criminal, send to my poor wife and wretched children the sum you promised to the informer." His Majesty already knew who was the author of the libel: he was affected with the desperate extremity, to which necessity had obliged an otherwise estimable officer to have recourse; but he had owned himself guilty.“ Go" (said the Monarch) 46 instantly to Spandau, and under the locks of that fortress, wait the just effects of the wrath of your Sovereign." "I obey, Sire; but the fifty gold Fredericks." "In two hours your wife shall receive them. Take this letter, and deliver it to the governor of Spandau; but enjoin him

not to open it until after dinner." The lientenant-colonel arrived at the dreadful castle assigned him for his abode, and declared himself a prisoner.

When the desert was upon the table, the governor opened the letter; it contained these words: "I give the command of Spandau to the bearer of this letter; he will soon see his wife and children arrive with, the fifty gold Fredericks.

"The present governor of Spandau will go to B in the same quality; I bestow that recompence upon him, in consideration of his services."

Epitaph on a private Soldier of the
Royal Lancashire Militia, who met
with an accidental death at Tynmouth
Barracks.

When on the plains, where hosts embattled meet,
The soldier falls, amidst the conflict's heat;
No tears his comrades shed, for there, the brave,
Finds where he bleeds, a laurel, and a grave;

But when untimely fate inflicts the blow,
And lays his future hopes of glory low;

When, flits that soul, which in Britannia's cause,
Aspir'd to guard her liberty and laws;

Unwept he cannot die, the soldier's friend
Shall mourn his virtues, and lament his end.

ANECDOTE OF GENERAL BLIGH.

When Mr. Bligh was a captain in a regiment of infantry, and he and his lady were travelling in Yorkshire, they put up at an inn, where there happened to be only just as much in the larder as would serve them for dinner, which was immediately ordered. In the mean time, some sporting gentlemen of the country came in, and finding there was nothing in the house but what was getting ready for another company; asked, "who they were?" The landlord told them he did not directly know, but he believed the gentleman was an Irish officer. "Oh! d--n him, if he's Irish," says one of the company, "a potatoe will serve him. Here," waiter, "take up this atch," pulling out an elegant gold watch,

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rated; but the company insisted upon delivering the message, and he was obliged to comply. Mr. Bligh was surprised at such an impudent message; but recollect, ing himself a moment, took the watch from the waiter, and sent his compliments to the company, that he would tell them before they parted. The message, however, produced his dinner to be sent up in quiet; which, after he had eat, he claps a couple of horsepistols under his arm, and going down stairs, introduced himself to the company, by telling them, he was come to tell them what o'clock it was; but first begged to be informed, to which of the gentlemen the watch belonged-here a dead silence ensued. Mr. Bligh then began on his right hand, by asking them severally the question, each of whom denied his knowledge. of the circumstance.-"Oh then," says he, "gentlemen, I find I have mistaken the room; the waiter a while ago, brought me an impudent message from some people in this house, which I come, as you see,

(pointing to his pistols,) properly to resent, but I find I have inistaken the company saying this, he wished them a good evening, paid his bill, stepped into his carriage,. and drove off with the watch in his pocket, which he kept to the day of his death.

EPIGRAM.

Ye rascals of ringers, ye merciless foes,

And disturbers of all who are fond of repose; How I wish for the quiet, and peace of the land, That ye wore round your necks, what you hold in your hand..

EPITAPH ON A MUSICIAN.

Philips, whose touch harmonious, could remove
The pangs of guilty pow'r, and hapless love;
Rest here, distrest by poverty no more,
Here, find that calm thou gav'st so long before:
Sleep undisturb'd, within this peaceful shrine,
'Till angels wake thee, with a note like thine.

ANECDOTE.

Roubilac, the famous statuary, found a parcel of Bank-notes in the church-yard of St. Martin's in the Fields, to the amount of seven thousand pounds, the property of a Yorkshire gentleman, who advertised a re

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