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a morsel of food had entered his
with which they had last beheld They locked the door and began him; and still saw him dying. to fast. When any one came and Their friend hastened to take knocked, they fled into the corner, measures for their deliverance and were in perpetual dread lest but could not succeed without diftheir purpose should be discover- ficulty. They thought they had ed. Their little son, who had not already done with the troubles of yet learned to silence the calls of the world ; and were suddenly hunger by artificial reasons, whim- terrified at being forced into them pering and crying, asked for again! Void of sense and reflecbread, but they always found tion, they submitted to the atmeans to quiet him.
tempts that were made to restore It occurred to one of Boissy's them to life. At length their friends, that it was very extraor- friend hit upon the most efficacidinary that he should never find ous means. He took the child him at home. At first he thought from their arms, and thus called the family were removed, but, on up the last spark of paternal and being assured of the contrary, he maternal tenderness. grew more uneasy. He called se- the child to eat; who with one veral times in one day: always band held his bread and with the nobody at home! At last he burst other alternately shook his father open the door.-Oh, what a sight ! and mother; his piteous moans
He saw his friend, with his at length roused them from their wife and son, lying on a bed, pale death-like slumber. It seemed at and emaciated, scarcely able to once to awaken a new love of life
121 in their hearts, when they saw the National Institution for the that their child had left the bed Working Blind, which owes its and their embraces.
formation to the indefatigable toils Nature did her office. Their and warm philanthropy of Monfriend procured them strengthen- sieur Haüy, and is indebted to ing broths, which he put to their the Government for its increased lips with the utmost caution, and state of prosperity. By this meri. did not leave them till every symp- torious establishment, a great numtom of restored life was fully visi-ber of blind are not only rendered ble. Thus they were saved. happy in themselves and useful to
This transaction made a great society, but are also taught to noise in Paris, and at length reach- execute many ingenious works ed the ears of the Marchioness de with an accuracy and delicacy Pompadour. Boissy's deplorable which the clearest-sighted persons situation moved her. She imme- can rarely excel.. Some are exdiately sent him a hundred louis cellent musicians, others arithd'ors, and soon after procured meticians; others are printers, him the profitable place of Con-glove-makers, weavers ; in short trolleur du Mercure de France, there is no employment beyond
the with a pension for his wife and scope
of their attainment, child, if they outlived him. They are also instructed in read
ing, geography, and ciphering;
and they have perforined a wellTravels.
written comedy, in verse, the production of one of their blind companions, of the name of Avisse,
who died in the tenth year of the An Abridgment of the Travels of a Gentleman through France, Italy,
French Revolution, and whose Turkey in Europe, the Holy Land, works are printed and published Arubia, Egypt, &c.
at Paris. The director of this institution takes infinite pleasure
in displaying to the curious all (Continued from page 108.)
the interesting productions of his The Churches of Paris are pupils, and through his means a beautifully constructed, and con- library has been procured for their tain a number of marble statues use. and other elegant embellishments. The National Institution for the The Public Libraries, which are Deaf and Dumb is equally wonnumerous,
exten- derful. sive and valuable collections of The Theatres next attracted our books. One of the most praise- attention. The peculiar predilecworthy Institutions in Paris, is tion for theatrical and other
To be continued.
amusements, which characterizes tain, it certainly heightens the the French people, is no where so effect of dramatic representation conspicuous as in Paris. informed that during the Revolution the number of Theatres was strangely multiplied. No less than thirty were nightly filled. This, however, far from being
Humour. favourable to the progress of the dramatic art, would have been ultimately destructive to it. To fill
A suffolk farmer whose accent so many houses, it was necessary
was singularly broad, took his firstto produce a constant succession born child, a boy, to the parson of of new pieces, unstudied and the parish to be baptized. He told badly written, and performed by
the Divine his name was to be actors without nature and without John, but he spake so like Joan, talents. More than two thousand that the other concluded it to be a new pieces were produced in one girl, and actually performed the year, of which scarcely a twentieth service of the church as if for a part survived the first representa- female child, without the observation; and in those which for
tion of any present. The parishwhile succeeded, real taste and clerk finding out the mistake a good morals were sacrificed to the few days afterwards, went in haste grossest wit, and the most roman
to the vicar, imploring him to alter tic improbabilities. The national the register or name the child taste was so suddenly and so rapid- again ; but the Divine refused, ally deteriorating, that government leging the impropriety of transat length interfered, and limited gressing the rubrical injunction, the number of great theatres to "I will, nevertheless, make four, and of the minor houses to memorandum of the circumstance,'' six. Our large theatres far sur
said be, and wrote the following pass the Parisian houses in ele
in the register; “ Mem. The girl gance and accommodation ; but in baptised on the 10th instant by dancing, the peculiar forte of the the name of Joan, proved a fortFrench, we are much inferior. Right afterwards, (mirabile dictus In the Paris theatres, less light is to be a boy !!!, admitted into the audience part of the house, and more is thrown on A gentleman lately advertised the stage. Although this gives that his premises were to be sold, the theatre a sombre appearance, and that they might be viewed previous to the rising of the cur- with the permission of his wife !
" You see,
A Clincher - Young Wilding monk turned round to his son, outdone! - In the coffee-room at who was in the
room, the Bush Tavern, Bristol, the con- sir, that my lord your
father versation of the company touched gives his consent to my request. on the subject respecting the real The son immediately exclaimed, or imaginary existence of Mer- “Father, is it your will that I maids, when one of the arty de- should kick this monk down clared in favour of the affirmative. stairs ?” The usual nod was Oh! real, beyond all doubt; I have given, and the youth did not fail seen seven or more at one time, to attend to it. the most beautiful creatures I ever beheld, with long black hair, and their young ones sucking at their Short Commons.—At a shop in breasts." The worthy and face- the Strand, appears the following tious host of the Bush replied— notice :--“Wanted two'apprentices Sir, Captain
who will be treated as one of the informed me that on Sunday family." morning a Merman had suddenly appeared to his men, dressed in gay attire, with his hair frizzled
Poetry. and powdered as white as a fullgrown cauliflower, and demanded to know if the Captain was on
Sir, board. The Captain soon appear
think the in. ed on deck. The Merman address closed worthy a place in your Ened him as follows:-“I shall feel tertaining Miscellany, the inserparticularly obliged by your giv- tion of it will oblige ing orders for your anchor to be
Your's, &c. taken up;-it lays against my
M. C. street door, and prevents my family from going to church !"
Addressed to a Lady on the death,
of her brother. A Monk Ontwitted.--Amonk, There is a rect, where sorroto cannot who had introduced himself to the cone, bedside of a dying nobleman who Where wearied heerts no longer
suffer woe; was at that time in a state of in
There is a pang, which every Soul sensibility, continued crying out,
must know, My lord, will make the grant of
And thro' that pang this blessed rest such and such a thing to our mo
is won! The sick man,
What tho' a pilgrimage which was beto speak, nodded his head. The
The Church Yard. In sorrow, what tho' dark unrest
and care 'Are ended, and our best friends shunWritten on a Grare-stone at Banbury. These varied ills, is this a subject Here rests my wife; poor Phillis, let for despair?
her lie, Rather let us waft our thanks in She finds reposé at last, and so do I.
.prayer To the throne of him whose Almighty
Hemel Hempstead will
As fades the flowers in early spring, Hath snatch'd from woes, which smil'd When tempests sweep the land, at human skill,
So droops the infant's tender form, The suff'ring frames of those we When seized by death's cold hand. held so dear!
Sweet babes, farewell, the loss is ours For could our fondest wish their life
For you are gone to rest : less pulse resume,
The shepherd has but call'd his lambs It were a selfish thought to wish them To fold tbem to his breast. from the tomb!
A SONNET TO MISS H- -GS.
On a Lady's sending a Tongue and “Say, is not absence death to those who love?"
a Hare as u Present.
That ma'am should send a tongue, no Fly swift ye hours! nor linger yet awhile;
mystery's there; Your tedious roạnds my wearied But, prithee, wherefore did she send a
hare? spirits cloy; Since she is absent whose celestial Why, blockhead, with the tongue a 'smile
hure she sent, Can fill my bosom with tumultuous To let you know how fast the other
nent! joy. Yet memory tells how oft at evening shade
On reading the account of a duel Has her sweet converse sooth'd my
lately fought in America beineen a · throbbing brcast
Sexton and a Grave-digger. How o'er her cheek the modest blush. By the papers we learn that these two, es play'd,
who were GRAVE MEN," When with a sigh her trembling A duel would fight, just to prove they band I prest.
were brave men :But what to me is now the closing day? And in this they did right; for should What ter sweet converse ? now, one of them KILL, alas! no more,
He would bring to the other fresh Ah! what avails the blush that wont to
“GRIST TO HIS MILL!” play
July 2d, 1874.
BOB SHORT. O'er that fuir cheek where sweet·ness dwells in store !
TO CORRESPONDENTS. For me, nor ev'ning hour, nor pleasures gay, :
“M.C." and "AaQa.”' in our next. Dispense those joys that cheer'd my “G. S. C.” will meet with early heart before.
J. W- attention.