thoughts, though very much resembling the former as to the consequences of his study. TOM TELESCOPE is always wishing for something that he has not, or for that which, in the course of things, he is never likely to have. If he rude or unfeeling the sentence hears of an estate, he would like might appear, it is true, nevertheto purchase; of a place, he wishes less, that the poor seldom have he could obtain it; of a stranger opportunities for this shameful of note, he wishes that he could waste of time: their daily labours see him; or of a prize, he wishes fill up the day and the business he could gain the £20,000, though of repose occupies their nights. he has no ticket in the lottery; in The folly of fretting may be ilshort, he is always occupied in lustrated by the following story of wishing for something or other, two gardeners;though in truth the matter very seldom goes any further; for, not to be troublesome to his friends, Tom generally relieves them by wishing for something else just at the moment when they are about to oblige him. Wishing, justly denominated by Dr. Young, "the fever of fools," occupies a large portion of our time in waste of thought.

ty who had died of a broken heart for the loss of a near relation, he made answer, "Aye! if she had been a poor woman in a shop, she could not have found time to have broken her heart." And however

Two gardeners, who were neighbours, had their crops of early peas killed by the frost. One of them came to condole with the other on this misfortune. "Ah!" cried he, "how unfortunate have we been neighbour! do you know, that I have done nothing but fret ever since. But, bless me! you seem to have a fine healthy crop coming up just now. What are these?" "These!" cried the other gardener, "why these are what I sowed immediately after "What, coming up

The FRETTER is a being who wastes time in a still more useless and disagreeable manner; since the truth is, that a man seldom my loss.". begins to fret until it is too late to already!" cried the fretter.remedy the mischief; and then he "Yes, while you were fretting, I may as well not fret at all. Fret-was working."- -"What! and ting is the disease of a little ill-don't you fret when you have a organized mind, and hesitates to loss ?"-"Yes! but I always put submit to even what it knows to be it off until after I have repaired irrevocable, and makes a misfor- the mischief."-"Why then you tune greater by constantly con- can have no need to fret at all."templating its severity. It is said "True!" replied the industrious of Dr. Johnson, that on some per-gardener, "and that's the very son telling him of a lady of quali- reason," In truth it is very

called "L'Hotel d'Evreux," then

pleasant to have no longer occasion to think of a misfortune; and Hotel of Ambassadors Extraor

it is astonishing how many might be repaired by a little alacrity and

energy.

JONATHAN W. DOUBIKIN.
No. 8, Quill-driving Square,
Logic Lane, Oxford,
JULY 30th, 1824.

Travels.

An Abridgment of the Travels of a
Gentleman through France, Italy,
Turkey in Europe, the Holy Land,
Arabia, Egypt, &c.

(Continued from page 122.)

dinary," after which it became
the property of the wealthy Mon-
sieur Beaujon; and in succession
was possessed by the Duchess of
Bourbon, who expended enormous
At
sums upon its embellishment.
that period it extended to the
Elysian Fields, and terminated in
a circular form. The garden is
now extensive and tastefully laid
out. Several small thatched build-
ings distributed on one side of this
delightful enclosure, most forcibly
brings to remembrance the deli-
cious hamlet which the Prince de
Condé caused to be erected in his
park at Chantilly.

This garden is open every day, from eight in the morning until eleven o'clock at night.

To particularize every resort of pleasure which is to be found in Paris would occupy a large volume. Several boats, appropriated to That city may be justly termed the amusement of the company, the "Elysium of Pleasures," and enliven the surface of a large piece nothing which art and industry of water; while a variety of games could effect has been spared to are pursued to gratifiy the numerrender it complete. Dancing is ous visitants of this pleasing Elyno where followed with such avid-sium. When the weather perity as in the French capital. All mits, the Parisians dance in the ranks of society indulge in this amusement; and for their gratification are ball-rooms suited to the various classes, and adapted to the means of every individual.

We shall conclude our sketch of Paris by taking a peep at the Gardens, Public Walks, and Fountains.

Hameau de Chantilly; ou, L'Elysée, (Hamlet of Chantilly; or, the Elysium.) It was first

gardens; and if it be rainy, they resort to the apartments. Concerts are frequently given. The garden is likewise appropriated to the display of fireworks, and the ascension of balloons.

The possessor of this fascinating spot has uniformly proved himself most assiduous in his endeavours to gratify the public.

The price of admission is twentyfour sous, or one shilling English;

for sevenpence halfpenny of which pieces. In a rustic cot a dairyyou are allowed refreshment.

In this building may also be hired large or small suites of apartments, which give free admission to the garden.

maid sells cream. In various grottos every cooling liquor is to be procured. A restaurateur offers every kind of refreshment. Shops, playfully contrasted, exhibit arms and millinery, books and toys.

Notwithstanding, however, all this display of diversified allurements, the establishment was not capable of supporting itself. It is now seldom open, except, at

La Veillée, (The Evening's Rendezvous.) This establishment, situated in the centre of Paris, presents a most interesting display of blooming verdure, even in the winter months, when frost and snow seem to defy the powers of periods of public rejoicings, and vegitation. It does not consist of during the season of the wintera suite of apartments where, not-balls. withstanding the various decora- Champs Elisées, (Elysian tions, richness of furniture, and Fields.) This walk was formerly display of luxury, the observer is more resorted to than at the prewearied with a continual mono- sent day. It is a large tract of tony. The scenery changes at ground close to the river, planted every step, and nothing has been with noble trees in various aveomitted to render La Veillée a nues and forms, the river pleasingcomplete fairy land. New and ly shewing itself at different superb decorations, costumes the points. most brilliant, pleasing and varie- The principal avenue of the gated scenery, amusements with- Tuilleries, on the side of the teront number; every thing here race Feuillants, is now the most unites to rivet the attention, and frequented spot. Swings are give an additional zest to gaiety. erected in various places; numeTwo orchestras are placed in rous parties are joining in the the building for the accommoda- graceful dance. The pavilions tion of the youthful dancers; even are filled with bourgeois enjoying children are captivated with themselves after the labours of amusements propo:tioned to their the day; and kind of pastime of life; while in two apart-time is displayed for the amusements, artfully constructed, are to ment of the promenaders. be found those resources from reading and conversation which are calculated to interest the mind of age. Within this fascinating edifice are also two theatres, in which are represented light and playfulf

t

every

To be continued.

Humour.

"No, Sir, one tongue is sufficient for a woman!"

A gentleman was asking his friend how his new horse answered; "Really, Sir," said the other,

Mr. Baldwin, who has now left the bar, for the secretary of state's office, having one day been em- "I don't know, for I never put any ployed to oppose a person justify-questions to him."

ing bail in the court of King's Bench, after asking some commonplace questions, was getting a A person who had been publiclittle aground, when a waggish ly horse-whipped, being asked by counsellor behind whispered him to a friend, how he could suffer himinterrogate the bail as to his hav-self to be treated so like a cypher? ing been a prisoner in Gloucester A cypher! replied the former, jail. Thus instructed, our learned with the most composed gravity, advocate boldly asked-"When,

when did you ever see a cypher

Poetry.

Sir, were you last in Gloucester with so many strokes to it?'
jail ?" the bail, a reputable
tradesman, with astonishment de-
claired, that he never was in jail
in his life. Mr. B insisted
that he had been a prisoner at
Gloucester; but not being able to
get any thing out of him, he turned
round to his friendly brother, and
asked for what the man had been
imprisoned.
The answer was,
"for suicide." Without hesita-
tion he then questioned him thus:
"Now, Sir, I ask you upon oath,
and remember I shall have your
words taken down, was you not
imprisoned in Gloucester jail for
the crime of suicide?"

To the Editor of the Oxford Enter-
taining Miscellany.

Sir,

If you will insert the following Lines in one of the Pages of your Oxford Miscellany you will oblige

Your's, &c.

THE DELUGE.

T. W.

(Translated from Ovid.)

Then with his mace he* strikes the trembling ground,

Milton was asked by a friend, And mighty waters rush from out the

Resistless torrents roll along the plain, The sheep and wolf together swim; the

If a strong dwelling on its base had The stag swims swifter than he ran

And braved the sapping terrors of the The weary birds to gain some sħef

High o'er the roof, resistless in its Spread their wet wings and flutter in

The towering wave had held its foamy The lowly hills increasing waters hide ; The loftier mountains shake from side

course.

One climbs a hill; and in a feeble boat, To the Editor of the Oxford Enter

Another hapless wight is seen to float;
And where he lately whistling sowed

his corn,

Strikes his weak oars, unfriended, and

forlorn:

taining Miscellany.

MR. EDITOR,

If you think the fol

O'er the dim heights of villages he lowing lines worthy of a place in

steers,

And desolation in his path appears.

To a tall elm another tries his way,

And catches fishes in the leafy spray;

the Oxford Miscellany they are much at your service.

SYMPATHY.

In the green mead the sailor's anchor Ah! have you not mark'd the soft em

falls,

Whilst the curved keel tears down the

blem of sorrow,

When the grief of another has found

it to flow;

Sea-monsters now, with clumsy mo- When the tear from the smile a reflec

vine-clad walls.

tion pass,

Where late the gentle rein-deer cropt

tion will borrow,

'Till glistening it falls, and is lost in

its glow.

The envious Nereides, wondering at As the dews of the morning are chas'd

the grass;

the change,

Through sacred groves, and prostrate

temples range;

at its dawning

By the beams of the sun, till they're

melted away;

In the thick woods, cumbrous dolphins So will sympathy's smile the hearts'

play,

O'ertess the pines, and tear the oaks

away.

sorrows beguile,

Till the tear is dissolv'd by the

warmth of its ray.