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a lyre, and has six strings on each side, and accompanied it with his voice.

"He sung the taking of Bagdat, and the triumph of Amurath: The pathetic tones and exulting sounds, which he drew from the instrument, joined to the alternate plaintiveness and boldness of his strains, rendered the Prince unable to restrain the softer emotions of his soul.

"He even suffered him to proceed until overpowered with harmony, he melted into tears of pity, and relented of his cruel intentions. In consideration of the Musician's abilities, he not only directed his people to spare those among the prisoners, who yet remained alive; but also to give them instant liberty."

ANECDOTE.

About the close of the last century, a piece of antiquity existed in the neighbourhood of Fountain's-Abbey, still more curious than the Abbey itself:-That venerable instance of longevity, Henry Jenkins.

Among all the events, which in the course of a hundred and sixty-nine years had fastened on the memory of this singular man, he spoke of nothing with so much emotion as the ancient State of Fountain'sAbbey.

If he was ever questioned on that subject, he would be sure to inform you what a brave place it once had been, and would speak with much feeling of the clamours 'which its dissolution occasioned in the

country. "About thirty years ago," (he would say) when I was butler to Lord Conyers, and old Marmaduke Bradley, was 'Lord Abbot, I was often sent by my Lord to enquire after the Lord Abbot's, health, and the Lord Abbot would always send for me up into his chamber, and order me roast beef and wassal, which, I remember well, was always brought in a Black Jack. - From this account, we see what it was that rivetted Fountain's-Abbey so distinctly in the Old Man's memory. The Black. Jack, I doubt not, made a stronger im

pression than all the splendor of the house, or the virtue of the Lord Abbot.

N. B. The substance of these particuJars, the author had from a MS. shewn him by Sir B. Graham.

ANECDOTE OF JAMES THE FIRST.

Sir Henry Montague was, for some time a favourite at James's Court, and was promoted to the office of Lord Keeper, bat disdaining to enter into the measures of Buckingham, he was deprived of his post, by that haughty favourite.

While he continued in his office, Lilly, the astrologer, was tried and found guilty,. by a peevish jury.

Conscious of his own innocence, he wrote a petition in Greek to King James. The Monarch, struck with the novelty of the circumstance, cried out, " by my soul this man fhall not suffer; I think he is a better Grecian than any of my Bifhops.""

BON MOT OF LORD CHESTERFIELD.

The great Handel, whose admirable music has lately brought such considerable sums, was, several years ago, so much neglected, that his Oratorios were frequently performed to empty benches. King George the Second, however, constantly attended Handel's pieces, though they were abandoned by the rest of the court. This attachment gave occasion to the following Bon Mot of Lord Chesterfield, who, coming out of the Oratorio one night, was met by Lord Delaware. "What!" said the latter," have they dismissed, is there no Oratorio to-night?" "O, Yes," replied Lord Chesterfield," they are now performing, but I thought it best to retire, lest I should disturb the King in his prizacies.

EPIGRAM.

When I call'd t'other day, on a noble renown'd, In his great marble hall lay the Bible well bound, Not as printed by Basket, and bound up in black, But chain'd to the floor, like a thief by the back;

Unacquainted with ton, and your quality airs,
I suppos'd it intended for family prayers:
His piety pleas'd, I applauded his zeal,

Yet thought none would venture the Bible to steal:
But, judge my surprise, when inform'd of the case;
He had chain'd it, for fear it should fly in his face.

Verfes on Admiral Byng's Judges, who, after finding him guilty, desired to be released from their Oath of Secrecy, which is administered to all Members of General Courts Martial.

"We, the Court Martial, now begin to sicken,
And find, at last, that we are conscience stricken;
Sad suppliants in Byng's behalf we come,
And humbly crave you will defer his doom;
Bound by our oath, we cannot yet make clear,
What t'was we meant, nor ever shall we fear;
We found him guilty-and we found him not;
We wish'd him sav'd—yet, wish'd him to be shot;
But, as at land, so did we find at sea,

If we did one, the other could not be.

Save him great Chief, your royal mercy show ;
Shoot him-dread Chief, let royal justice flow:
Relieve our consciences with pitying eye,
And grant that Byng, may neither live—nor die.

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