"Pulled down, is it?" muttered the host, with a sigh. "Then I shall never leave this house, until I'm carried out. I had thought, that if ever my niece got married, of leaving this business to her, and ending my days in that old cottage; but it's pulled down at last; well! well! And the old rose-tree, that covered the front, it's gone too! Do you remember the tree, Ben? I set it when I was about the height of this table."

"I do," answered Ben, "and many a May-garland it has helped to make. I've robbed it many a time, while Patty Simpson watched; but she's dead and gone, poor thing! It was a fine old tree, and bore to the last."

"It was! it was!" echoed the landlord, in a tone of voice which partook of sadness. "The last roses I gathered from it, Ben, were to put in a coffin, and the next day I went for a soldier-that's fifty years ago. Rebecca," added he, calling to his niece, "bring me my medicine; I'm forced to take a glass of brandy in a morning, else I feel shaky."

"It's a good thing at any time," answered Ben, "and far before tea; poor Joe Robinson used to say it was meat, drink, and clothing."

"Ah, poor Joe!" said the landlord, lifting the glass to his lips, then gazing thoughtfully at the fire, I'd quite forgotten that he was dead, though Black Ralph, that drove the Diligence, wrote me word at the time; but in some things I find my memory fails me; poor Joe!-he was on the box when I was guard of the Edinburgh mail, and we were stopped by highwaymen between Darlington and Durham. You've heard me tell that story (Ben nodded); well, he's gone! brandy and old age finished him, as it will me some day; poor Joe-a better hearted lad never sat behind four horses," and he once more drank deeply; when, after ano

ther long pause, as if calling up the images

of those with whom he was once familiar, he said, " reckon poor old Giles the roper is dead and gone ?"

"Been dead a many years," answered Ben; "he came down very low in the world before he died-lost his rope-walk -and had to become journeyman to his former apprentice, Tom Brown; poor fellow, he had his ups and downs."

[We cannot, of course, follow the plot, which promises to possess abundantly the requisites of a good story, upon the basis of fact the author adds :]

We have a land of "wild adventure" before us, but must reach it in our own way; and those who journey with us must be content to travel at the same pace as ourselves, remembering that we have set

out in an old-fashioned vehicle, along a cross-road, which neither Mac Adam nor railways have yet improved. Wishing them, however, to bear in mind, that whatever tricks we may play with names and localities, our characters are drawn from the life, and that the events we are about to record, are "ALAS! TOO TRUE." [The work is well illustrated with steel etchings and wood-cuts.]

Obituary.

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ON March 9, at Stirling, at a very advanced age, Bishop Gleig, of the Scottish Episcopal Church. He was ordained a priest in 1773, and consecrated Bishop of the diocese of Brechin, in 1808. was the author of several papers on Morals and Metaphysics, which, at the time of their publication, excited much interest. For some years past, he had retired from active life; and in 1837, the Right Rev. David Moir, D.D., of Brechin, was consecrated assistant and successor to his diocese. Bishop Gleig was the father of the Rev. G. R. Gleig, chaplain of Chelsea Hospital, and author of the Subaltern, &c.

On March 19, at Earl's-terrace, Kensington, aged ninety-one, Thomas Daniell, Esq., R.A., F.R.S., A.S., and R.A.S., the celebrated painter of Oriental Scenery. This artist, in conjunction with his nephew, the late Mr. William Daniell, resided in India, from 1783 to 1793: this time he employed in making drawings, which were subsequently engraved, and published under the title of Oriental Sce quities, and Scenery of Hindostan, six series, nery, or Views of the Architecture, Anticomprehending 144 views, in folio and quarto. Mr. Daniell also published Views in Egypt; Twenty-four Views of Hindoo Excavations at Ellora; and A Picturesque Voyage to India, by way of China, 1810.

Lately, at Washington, Commodore Isaac Chauncey, of the American navy; remembered for his intrepidity in the war of 1813, on the Canadian lakes, against Sir James Yeo, Sir George Prevost, and the He British naval and military forces. was President of the Board of Navy Commissioners.

On March 1, Mr. William Ward, the eminent mezzotinto engraver." He was the son of the late Mr. Ward, associate of the Royal Academy, and nephew of the celebrated animal painter, James Ward, Esq., R.A. His earliest associations were, therefore, with the arts; his mother being the sister of George Morland, and his cousin the wife of John Jackson, Esq., R.A. He exhibited talent in very early

life, having gained, at twelve years of age, the silver medal of the Society of Arts, for an elaborate copy, in pen and ink, of the Madona della Seggiola of Raphael. In the style of art which the father pursued, the son greatly excelled; he has left but few engravers in mezzotinto of equal merit. He combined an extraordinary depth and richness of colour, with an artist-like touch, that rendered his portraits, more especially, exceedingly effective. His manner was peculiarly adapted for transferring the works of Reynolds and Jackson: the plates he produced after Lawrence, are deficient in that delicacy, so prominent a feature in the works of the late President. The latest plate he executed was decidedly one of his most able productions; on the very eve of finishing it, he was attacked by the most frightful malady that 'flesh is heir to'-insanity; brought on, it is apprehended, by a custom in which he indulged, of plunging into a cold bath every morning, winter or summer, the instant he left his bed. Though repeatedly cautioned against the danger of such a course, he persevered until the evil was beyond repair. His age was about forty."-The Art-Union, No. 14.

Sir Jeffry Wyatville.—In the Art-Union (the successful progress of which journal affords us much gratification,) are the following particulars of the late Sir Jeffry Wyatville, which may be quoted as an addition to the Memoir, in Lit. World, vol. ii. pp. 358, 375.-"By the introduction of Queen Adelaide, Sir Jeffry designed a castle for Altenstein, for her brother the reigning Duke of Saxe Meiningen; as also a palace, with extensive stables, and a riding-house, for Meiningen: for which works the Duke presented him the grand cross of the Saxon Ernestine order, as a mark of his approbation. In the summer of last year he designed the stables at Windsor Castle. This design, though of almost quaker-like plainness, evinces the same strong faculty for arrangement, under difficult circumstances, which characterized all his former works. As late as November last, he designed lodges for the Sheffield and Derby entrances to Chatsworth the latter of which is full of boldness and originality, and as vigorous as any design he ever produced, although his last work, except an alcove for the gardens, which is as playful as the work of a young hand. He languished, for the last five years, under a disease of the chest, which has visited him with violent attacks from time to time; and frequently endangered his life. Still, his mind never gave way, or was weakened by illness. possessed the same good sense, industry, and indefatigable order in his art during

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his last illness, as at any former period of his career-which was marked by simplicity and integrity, as was his death by perfect cheerfulness and resignation. His last days were a dignified lesson to the old, as his well-spent life had been a model of usefulness to the young."

Antoine Delpuech, the Nestor of the French army, died lately at St. Cernin, in the 120th year of his age. Delpuech had served, during the succession war of Austria, under the orders of the Marshal de Saxe. On May 11, 1745, he fought at Fontenoy, where his entire company, commanded by Jean de Colonne, was destroyed, with the exception only of himself and four others.-Times.

At Berlin, on March 15, Mr. John Frost, founder of the Medico-Botanical Society of London.

At his lodge, Eton College, the Rev. Joseph Goodall, D.D., Provost of Eton, in the eighty-first year of his age, and the thirty-first of his provostship. "This distinguished scholar was born on March 2, 1760. The pages of the Muse Etonenses contain ample proofs of the elegance of his diction and correctness of his taste and scholarship in early years; and, among the friends of his boyhood were included the most accomplished Etonians of that period - the late Professor Porson, the late Judges Gibbs and Dampier; and, (of those who still survive him,) the Marquess Wellesley, with whom, through life, his friendship was uninterrupted. Mr. Goodall was admitted from Eton College to King's College, Cambridge, in 1778. He there obtained, in 1782, an University scholarship; and in 1781 and 1782, Sir William Browne's medals for the Greek odes and epigrams. In the year 1783, when he became Fellow of King's College, he was recalled to Eton as an assistant master; in which laborious and responsible office, his success was as remarkable as might have been expected from the fame of his University honours. To have been a pupil

of Mr. Goodall was, in itself, a distinction sought for with eagerness, and remembered with pride and grateful affection. Nothing could exceed the parental kindness with which he gained the regard of his pupils, (not even the depth and learning of the scholar,) which pointed him out as certain to succeed, at a later period, to the more important office of head-master. To this situation he was appointed, on the resignation of Dr. George Heath, in 1801. The rapid increase of the school proved the high estimation in which he was held by the true friends of Eton; and the impression of admiration for his talents as an instructor, and his kindness

as a master, is indelibly fixed in the minds of his numerous surviving scholars. In 1808, he became Canon of Windsor, by the recommendation of the Marquess Wellesley; and, on the death of Dr. Davies, he attained the merited reward of his useful labours, in being appointed to the provostship by the express desire of George III.; although Mr. Perceval, (then primeminister,) from feelings of personal friendship, had proposed the name of another individual to his Majesty. In this office, Dr. Goodall has lived the object of respect and affection to all who have had the happiness of knowing him; and his hospitable table has ever been open to a large circle of the Etonians, and to the nobility and gentry of the two counties of Berks and Bucks. His presence, and the sound of his voice at the annual College festivals, and at the Eton anniversary, will never be forgotten. His fresh and lively wit and benevolent cheerfulness gladdened every heart, and he never seemed to receive so much pleasure as when he felt that he was communicating it to others. We have hitherto spoken of Dr. Goodall only as connected with Eton; but we should be unjust to his memory if we did not speak of the abundance of his charities, which probably exceeded those of any individual possessed of means so limited, and filling a situation so important. His hand was open to all, whether the demands were public or private. Until within a few days of his decease, he continued to enjoy the society of his friends, though, for some years, his constitution had become gradually decayed. In his short illness, he suffered for some days; but he passed away, at last, in the full possession of his understanding, with perfect calmness, in the place in which he had lived for a long series of years, and where he was beloved and honoured in the highest degree by all classes, who were enabled to appreciate his moral worth, his charity to the poor, and his urbanity and kindly feeling to all."Morning Post.-[Of this excellent man it may truly be said, in the quaint words of Fuller, that "his genius inclined him with delight unto his profession, and out of his school he was no whit pedanticall in carriage or discourse."]

Varieties.

Napoleon. It is stated, in the French newspapers, that a statue of Napoleon will be fixed upon the top of the column at Boulogne, on the 15th of August next, the anniversary of his fête; and it is added that the King and part of the Royal Family will be present at the inauguration. Eh bien! this is a celebration, with French leave, upon the site of a failure: think of the immortality of a column and

statue and the Boulogne flotilla! with as much propriety might the York column bave been reared on the plains of Dunkirk or Tournay.

Homer.-The Odyssey is really a very curious picture of the manners of the age, and there are some interesting situations, and a great many pretty lines. But, if I recollect what has been said by some of the critics, it has been monstrously overrated. It is very prolix, deeply tinctured with the barbarism of the times, and, after all, it must be owned, that those parasitical words, with which Homer crowds his lines, are a sad blemish.-Earl Dudley's Letters.

The Daguerreotype.-A selection of very beautiful Daguerréotype engravings may be seen at Messrs. Claudet and Houghton's, 89, High Holborn. They consist, chiefly, of views taken by first-rate artists, in Paris, and are exquisitely minute: in one of them, the many lines of the Tuileries elevation, the bridges and quays, are delineated with extraordinary precision and clearness.

Gossip about Marriage.-Lord Dudley, referring to a report of this description, explains why he never took the trouble of contradicting it: first, because he disliked that the inventors of gossiping lies should have so much power over him as even to oblige him to contradict what they say; next, when a marriage is in question, any anxiety to have it disbelieved looks like an incivility to the lady.

Sheriff's State.-The present sheriff of Dorset, I. S. W. S. Drax, Esq., appears to have revived the state of his office in magnificent style. At the late assizes, he received the Judges in a state carriage, preceded by heralds in rich costume, emblazoned à la antique; among whom were yeomen in tunics and ruff, and javelin-men in the dress of the time of Henry VIII.; whilst the carriage was followed by a long line of footmen and officers in gorgeous liveries.

Explosion of Steam Engines.-Explosions do not generally occur when the engine is in full action. The most dangerous time is just as the engine is about to start; after the safety-valve is closed, and before the carriage moves.

The Duke of Wellington, after the battle of Waterloo, joined in the pursuit, and followed the enemy for some miles. Colonel Hervey, who was with him, advised him to desist, as the country was growing less open, and he might be fired at by some stragglers from behind the hedges. "Let them fire away-the battle is won, and my life is of no value now!" Vox magnifica, et tanto viro digna, quà se non sibi, sed reipublicæ soli natum esse professus est.-Earl Dudley's Letters.

Phantasmagoria.-Persons desirous of exhibiting a phantasmagoria, and who are not provided with a transparent screen, may substitute, with excellent effect, a fine sheet kept wet with water.

"The Field of Waterloo" is a misnomer, since no part of the battle reached the village of Waterloo. If it had been really the battle of Waterloo, the vic tory must have been Napoleon's, for it is on the Brussels side of the ground for which he fought.

Odd Technology.-In the article on Asphyxia, in the Cyclopædia of Surgery, the author refers to "the signs which characterize the existence of total death!

COMPLETION OF VOL. II.

No. 53 of the LITERARY WORLD, published on March 28th, completed Part XII. and Vol. II.; with Title-page, Preface, and Index.

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