tell him to give us a castle." "Wife," said the fisherman, "I don't like to go to him again, for perhaps he will be angry; we ought to be content with the cottage." "Nonsense!" said the wife; "he will do it very willingly; go along, and try."

The fisherman went; but his heart was very heavy: and when he came to the sea, it looked blue and gloomy, though it was quite calm, and he went close to it and said,

"O man of the sea!
Come listen to me,
For Alice my wife,
The plague of my life,

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Hath sent me to beg a boon of thee!" Well, what does she want now?" said the fish. "Ah!" said the man very sorrowfully, " my wife wants to live in a stone castle.' "Go home then," said the fish, "she is standing at the door of it already." So away went the fisherman, and found his wife standing before a great castle." See," said she, "is not this grand?" With that they went into the castle together, and found a great many servants there, and the rooms all richly furnished and full of golden chairs and tables; and behind the castle was a garden, and a wood half a mile long, full of sheep, and goats, and hares, and deer; and in the court-yard were stables and cowhouses. "Well !" said the man," now will we live contented and happy in this beautiful castle for the rest of our lives.' Perhaps we may," said the wife," but let us consider and sleep upon it before we make up our minds :" so they went to bed.

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Come listen to me,

For Alice my wife,

The plague of my life,

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"Well, what would she have now ?" said the fish. "Alas!" said the man, my wife wants to be king."" Go home," said the fish ; " she is king already."

Then the fisherman went home; and as he came close to the palace, he saw a troop of soldiers, and heard the sound of drums and trumpets; and when he entered in, he saw his wife sitting on a high throne of gold and diamonds, with a golden crown upon her head; and on each le of her stood six beautiful maidens, each a head taller than the other. "Well, wife," said the fisherman, "are you king?" "Yes," said she, "I am king." And when he had looked at her for a long time, he said, "Ah, wife! what a fine thing it is to be king! now we shall never have any thing more to wish for."

"I don't know how that may be," said she, "never is a long time. I am king, 'tis true, but I begin to be tired of it, and I think I should like to be emperor." "Alas, wife ! why should you wish to be emperor ?" said the fisherman. "Husband," said she," go to the fish; I say I will be emperor." "Ah, wife!" replied the fisherman, "the fish cannot make an emperor, and I should not like to ask for such a thing." "I am king," said Alice, "and you are my slave, so go directly!" So the fisherman was obliged to go; and he muttered as he went along, "This will come to no good, it is too much to ask, the fish will be tired at last, and then we shall repent of what we have done." He soon arrived at the sea, and the water was quite black and muddy, and a mighty whirlwind blew over it; but he went to the shore, and said, "O man of the sea!

Come listen to me,
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The plague of my life,

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Hath sent me to beg a boon of thee !" "What would she have now?" said the fish. Ah," said the fisherman, "she wants to be emperor. "Go home," said the fish; "she is emperor already."

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and earls: and the fisherman went up to her and said, "wife, are you emperor?" Yes," said she, "I am emperor." "Ah!" said the man as he gazed upon her, "what a fine thing it is to be emperor !'' "Husband," said she, why should we stay at being emperor; I will be pope next."

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wife, wife!" said he, "how can you be pope? there is but one pope at a time in Christendom." "Husband," said she, "I will be pope this very day." "But," replied the husband, « the fish cannot make you pope." ،، What nonsense !" said she, if he can make an emperor, he can make a pope, go and try him." So the fisherman went. But when he came to the shore the wind was raging, and the sea was tossed up and down like boiling water, and the ships were in the greatest distress and danced upon the waves most fearfully; in the middle of the sky there was a little blue, but towards the south it was all red as if a dreadful storm was rising. At this the fisherman was terribly frightened, and trembled, so that his knees knocked together: but he went to the shore and

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"O man of the sea!
Come listen to me,
For Alice my wife,
The plague of my life,
Hath sent me to beg a boon of thee !"

"What does she want now?" said the fish. "Ay!" said the fisherman, my wife wants to be pope." "Go home," said the fish," she is pope already."

Then the fisherman went home, and found his wife sitting on a throne that was two miles high; and she had three great crowns on her head, and around stood all the pomp and power of the Church; and on each side were two rows of burning lights, of all sizes, the greatest as large as the highest and biggest tower in the world, and the least no larger than a small rushlight. "Wife," said the fisherman, as he looked at all this grandeur, "Are you pope?" "Yes," said she, "I am pope, "Well, wife," replied he, "it is a grand thing to be pope; and now you must be content, for you can be nothing greater." "I will consider of that," said the wife. Then they went to bed: but Dame Alice could not sleep all night for thinking what she should be next. At last morning came, and the sun rose. "Ha!" thought she as she looked at it through the window, "cannot I prevent the sun rising?" At

this she was very angry,and she awakened her husband, and said, "Husband, go to the fish and tell him I want to be lord of the sun and moon." The fisherman was half a sleep, but the thought frightened him so much, that he started and fell out of bed. ،، Alas, wife ! " said he, "cannot you content to be pope?" "No," said she, "I am very uneasy, and cannot bear to see the sun and moon rise without my leave. Go to the fish directly.'

Then the man went trembling for fear; and as he was going down to the shore a dreadful storm arose, so that the trees and the rocks shook; and the heavens became black, and the lightning played, and the thunder rolled; and you might have seen in the sea great black waves like mountains with a white crown of foam upon them; and the fisherman said,

"O man of the sea!
Come listen to me,
For Alice my wife,
The plague of my life,

Hath sent me to beg a boon of thee!" "What does she want now," said the fish. “Ah!" said he, “she wants to be lord of the sun and moon." ،، Go home," said the fish," to your ditch again!" And there they live to this very day.

Miscellanies.

THE SHAKERS.

Among the numerous sects in the United States, there is one which for extravagance of action, during their orisons, is certainly pre-eminent. These people are called Shakers. The first society was formed at Harvard, in the state of Massachusets, by Ann Lesse, who denominated herself their mother; and she associated herself with William Leese, her natural brother as her second; John Parkinson, who had formerly been a baptist preacher in England, the chief speaker; and James Whittaker, second speaker.

These people had converts in numbers, and from distant parts, who laid up stores of provisions for such as tarried at Harvard. Their meetings, which continued day and night for a considerable time, consisted of preaching, singing, and dancing : the men in one apartment, the WOmen in another. These meetings were attended by converts from a great distance, who stayed from two to twenty days. They had missionaries in the country making proselytes, and con

firming others in this fancied millenium state. Those were taught to be very industrious at home, that they might be able to contribute to the general fund, and many devoted their whole substance to the society. They vary their exercises of devotion. Sometimes they dance, or rather jump up and down in a heavy manner till they are exhausted by the violence of the exercise. The chief speaker will sometimes begin to pray, they then desist to listen to him, and when he has finished, immediately renew their dancing with increased vigour. Then generally follows the shaking, as if shuddering under an ague, from which they have received the name of shakers. They sing praises to David during the dancing; but I could not learn what holy man or saint they invoke in their shaking fits. The women are equally employed in the fatigues of these exercises under the eye of the mother in another apartment, where they jump and scream in dreadful concert. Sometimes there will be short intermissions, but in a minute or two, one of the chiefs will spring up, crying, "as David danced, so will we before God;" the others follow this signal; and thus, alternately dancing, praying, and sing ing, they pass night after night, and often until morning. Mother Leese's followers have formed societies at New Lebanon and Hancock, in the state of New York and in other parts. The shakers who call themselves believers, are spreading with enthusiastic rapidity.

The Gambling-swells, who near St. James'

Have play'd their double dealings, Say 'tis not fair that Bow-street should Thus work upon their feelings. Tom, Jerry, Logic, three prime sprigs, Find here they cannot come it; For though their fancy soars aloft, They ne'er will reach the summit. Corinthian Kate and buxom Sue

Must change their warm direction, For if they make one false step more They'll have Cold Bath Correction. The moon-struck youths who haunt the stage,

And spend their masters' siller, Must here play to another tune, 'Tis called the Dusty Miller. Ye bits of blood, (the watchman's dread)

Who love to floor a charley, As you delight to strip and fight, Come forth and mill the barley. John Barleycorn's a stout old blade, As ever man put trust in, And you will make no meal of him, But he'll give you a dusting. But here we'll stay, for puns, they say, Are bad as stealing purses, And I to Brixton may be sent, To grind some floury verses.

AN OLD OFFENDER.

RECIPE FOR MAKING A PHYSICIAN.

The following jeu d'esprit was written by the ingenious Paul Whitehead to his friend Dr. Thompson, at that time Physician to Frederick Prince of Wales a man of wit, learning, liberality; but so great a sloven that he seldom had his shoes cleaned, which he generally bought at a Yorkshire warehouse, wore them till his feet came through the leather, then shook them off at the same place, and purchased a new pair. And thus he did with all his other habiliments:

"Let not the soil of a preceding day be ever seen on your linen; since your enemies will be apt to impute it rather to an unhappy scarcity of shirts, than to any philosophical negligence in the wearer of them.

"Let not father Time's dilapidations

round,

It brings a Revolution. But though these snarlers shew their And try to vex the nation, [teeth, Their actions soon are tried and judy'd, And grinding is their station.

your garments; and be particularly careful that no more holes appear in ed; that your shoes preserve the symyour stockings than the weaver intendmetry of two heels; and that your galligaskins betray no poetical insignia; for it will be generally concluded that

"A Bishop's hand had placed them there!

"To make such information known, "It must have been a clever stone; "So clever that it p'rhaps can say, "Who 'twas that stole the coins away."

"Thus dressed, let your chariot be always ready to receive you; nor be ever seen trudging the streets with an Herculean oak, and bemired to the knees; since an equipage so unsuitable to a sick lady's chamber, will be apt to induce a belief that you have no summons thither.

"Forbear to haunt cook-shops, hedge-alehouses, cyder-cellars, &c. and to display your oratory in those inferior regions; for, however this may agree with your philosophical character, it will by no means enhance your physical one.

Never stay telling a long story in a coffee-house, when you may be writing a short recipe in a patient's chamber; and prudently consider, that the first will cost you sixpence, while the last will gain you a guinea.

"Never go out in the morning without leaving word where you may be met with at noon; never depart at noon without letting it be known where you may be found at night; for the sick are apt to be peevish and impatient; and remember that suffering a patient to want you is the ready way for you to want a patient.

"Be mindful of all messages, punctual to all appointments, and let but your industry equal your abilities: then shall your physical persecutors become abashed, and the legions of Warwick-Lane and Blackfriars shall not be able to prevail against you."

The Gatherer.

"I am but a Gatherer and disposer of

other men's stuff."-Wotton. SINGULAR ROBBERY.--The coins deposited by the hand of the Right Rev. the Bishop of Chester within the foundation-stone of the new church at Ashton-under-Line, were a few months since very ingeniously extracted from the cavity of the stone, and a scrap of paper, containing the following lines, was found in the place of them:"This stone the curious fact revealed, "That various coins were here con

cealed;

AMERICAN JEU D'ESPRIT.-A gentleman, by the name of Wellesley (according to the English Papers), has unfortunately been so simple as to lose at sport the trifling estate of 60,000l. per annum; and, what is still more distressing, has been obliged to retire to Paris, to struggle for a livelihood, on his wife's miserable jointure of 7,000l. or 31,000 dollars per annum-not above 6,000 dollars more than our President receives. To add still further to his distress and mortification, some of his creditors have been ruthless and unfeeling enough to seize upon a few moveables found at his country residence, among which articles they had the meanness to expose to public sale a mahogany bootjack, which only brought the paltry sum of 31. 13s. 6d. ; besides stripping his windows of their curtains, a pair of which sold for no more than 947. 10s. !

Hard as adamant must be that heart which refuses to bleed at the bare recital of the above distresses! The sufferings among the poor in Ireland, in contrast, may be considered as a mere flea-bite.

Garrick and Hogarth, sitting toge ther at a tavern, mutually lamented the want of a picture of Fielding. "I think, (said Garrick) I could make his "For face," which he did accordingly. Heaven's sake hold, David, (said Hogarth) remain as you are for a few minutes." Garrick did so while Hogarth sketched the outlines, which were afterwards finished from their mutual recollection, and this drawing was the original of all the portraits we have at present of the admired author of Tom Jones.

France by the fever of which he died, Count de Ligniville was attacked by the same in Bavaria, and was nearly sinking under it.

THE FALLS OF MONTMORENCI. Near Quebec, in Canada, are the magnificent falls of the Montmorenci, a river which empties itself into the St. Lawrence. It is precipitated in an almost perpendicular direction, over a rock of the height of two hundred and forty-six feet, falling, where it touches the rock, in white clouds of rolling foam, and underneath, where it is propelled with uninterrupted gravitation, in numerous flakes, like wool or cotton, which are gradually protracted in their descent, until they are received into the boiling, profound abyss, below.

Viewed from the summit of the cliff, from whence they are thrown, the waters, with every concomitant circumstance, produce an effect awfully grand, and wonderfully sublime. The prodigious depth of their descent, the brightness and volubility of their course, the swiftness of their movement through the air, and the loud and hollow noise emitted from the basin, swelling with incessant agitation from the weight of the dashing waters, forcibly combine to attract the attention, and to impress with sentiments of grandeur and elevation, the mind of the spectator. The clouds of vapour arising, and assuming the prismatic colours, contribute to enliven the scene. They fly off from the fall in the form of a revolving sphere, emitting with , velocity, pointed flakes of spray, which spread in receding, until intercepted by neighbouring banks, or dissolved in the atmosphere.

tion of nature, and which the work of art.-The sagacity of Solomon seemed perplexed-yet to be vaniquished, though in a trifle, by a trifling woman, irritated his pride. The son of David, he who had written treatises on the vegetable productions, "from the cedar to the hyssop," to acknowledge himself outwitted by a woman, with shreds of paper and glazed painting !— The honour of the monarch's reputation for divine sagacity seemed diminished, and the whole Jewish court looked solemn and melancholy. At length an expedient presented itself to the king, and it must be confessed worthy of the natural philosopher. Observing a cluster of bees hovering about a window, he commanded that it should be opened ; it was opened; the bees rushed into the court and alighted immediately on one of the wreaths, whilst not a single one fixed on the other. The baffled Sheba had one more reason to be astonished at the wisdom of Solomon.

Such is the story, which would make a pretty poetical tale. It would yield an elegant description and a pleasing moral; that the bee only rests on the natural beauties, and never fixes on the painted flowers, however inimitably the colour may be laid on. Applied to ladies, this would give it a pungency.

The Gatherer.