close the present account of Sir William Davenant, and his abilities" I found him, (says that author in his preface to the Tempest,) "of so quick a fancy, that nothing was proposed to him, that he could not produce a thought, extremely pleasant and surprising, and those first thoughts of his, contrary to the old Latin proverb,) were not always the least happy; and, as his fancy was quick, so likewise were the products of it, remote, and neww-He borrowed not of any other; and his imaginations were such, as could not easily enter into the mind of any other man.

"His corrections were sober, and judicious; and he corrected his own writings, much more severely, than those of any other man, bestowing twice the labour and pains in polishing, which he used in invention."

Remarkable Dreams of an Italian
Musician.

Tartine, a celebrated musician, dreamed

one night, that he had made a compact

with the devil, who promised to be at his service on all occasions; and, during this vision, every thing succeeded to his mind.--His wishes were prevented, and his desires fulfilled, by the assistance of his new servant:—at last, he imagined, he gave the devil his violin, in order to discover what sort of a musician he was, when, to his great astonishment, he heard him play, a solo, so singularly beautiful, and which he executed with such superior taste and precision, that it surpassed all the music, he had ever heard or conceived in his life. So great was his surprise, and so exquisite his delight upon this occasion, that it deprived him of the power of breathing; he awoke with the violence of his sensations, and instantly siezed his fiddle, in hopes of expressing what he had just heard; but, in vain, he however, composed a piece, which is the best of all his works; and which he called "The Devil's Sonata ;" but it was so far inferior to what his sleep had produced, that he declared, "he would have

broken his instrument, and abandoned mu

sic for ever, if he could have found any other means of subsistence."

IMITATED FROM THE GREEK.

Cumberland.

Three
cups of wine, a prudent man may take,
The first of these, for constitution's sake;
The second, to the girl he loves the best ;
The third, and last, to lull him to his rest;
Then, home to bed-but, if a fourth he pours,
That, is the cup of folly, and not ours:

Loud, nosiy talking, on the fifth attends;

The sixth, breeds feuds, and falling out of friends. Seventh, begets blows, and faces stain'd with gore. Eighth, and the watch-patrole breaks ope the door. Mad with the ninth, another cup goes round,

And the swill'd sot, drops senseless on the ground.

ANECDOTE.

Pigalle, the celebrated artist, who had laid by twelve louis'dors, for his journey from Lyons to Paris; seeing one day a man, walking with visible marks of deep-felt sorrow in his countenance, boldly accosted him, and asked him "if he could any way relieve him." "Ah, Sir!" exclaimed the stranger," for

want of ten louis'dors, I must be dragged this evening to a dungeon, and be separated from a tender and affectionate wife, and a numerous family."-" Is that all ?" replied the humane artist; "Come along with me, I have twelve of them in my trunk, and they are all at your service.”— "What a delicious supper," said Pigalle, the next day to a friend who met him, and asked him if it were true, that he

was the person who had relieved the distresses of a poor man, as was publicly reported at Lyons?" "Ah! mon ami, What a delicious supper did I make last night upon bread and cheese, with a family, who blessed me at every mouthful they ate, which was moistened by the tears of gratitude."

ANECDOTE.

In the rebellion, 1745, Mr. Thornton, (a Yorkshire gentleman,) raised at his own expence a body of horse, and although but newly married to a beautiful young w

man, headed it, and joined the king's army. After the battle of Culloden, he and his wife went to court, where being seen by the king, who had noticed Mrs. Thornton, was then accosted by the Monarch.

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"Mr. Thornton," said his Majesty, "I have been told of the services you have rendered your country, and of ment to me and my family, and have held myself obliged to you for both; but I was never able to estimate the degree of the obligation till now, that I see lady whom you left behind you."

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Verses by Doctor Ekin, to the Rev. Mr. Stephenson, on the Family of his Predecessor, removing from Barton.

Your happier friends, on Barton's peaceful seat,
With sweet contentment, fix your calm retreat;
In the late pastor's honour'd steps you tread,
And lead the flock, which once my father led;
While we, forsaken of our native plain,
One aged parent's feeble steps sustain.
Content, tho' sad, if yet, our pious care,
May sooth her anguish and her loss repais.