back to the silver lion, not sure at the same time whether he was restoring a maniac to his keepers, or a droll to his friends. With Mr. Arthur Onslow, the father of Lord Onslow, and speaker of the House of Commons, Mr. Harvest was also on terms of great intimacy. Being one day in a punt together on the Thames, Mr. Harvert began to read a beautiful passage in some Greek author, and throwing himself backward in an extacy, fell into the water, whence he was with difficulty fished out.

In the latter part of his life, no one would lend or let Mr. Harvest a horse, as he frequently lost his beast from under him, or at least out of his hands. It was his practice to dismount, and lead his horse, putting the bridle under his arm; sometimes the horse would pull away the bridle unobserved; and as often, it was taken off the horse's head by mischievous boys, and the parson was seen drawing the bridle after him.

When Lord Sandwich was canvassing for the vicechancellorship of Cambridge, Mr. Harvest, who had been his schoolfellow at Eton, went down to give him his vote. One day at dinner in a large company, his lordship, joking with Harvest on their schoolboy tricks, the parson suddenly exclaimed, "A propos, whence do you "derive your nickname of Jemmy Twitcher?"

"Why," answered his lordship, "from some "foolish fellow." "No, no," interrupted Harvest, "it is not some, but every body that calls "you so." On this Lord Sandwich being near the pudding, put a large slice on the doctor's plate, which instantly finding its way to his mouth, stopt him for the moment from uttering any more such à-propos observations.

CAPUCHIN FRIARS.

A Voiture broke down in a rough road, near the small town of Gondrecourt, and it became necessary to repair it. There was a good deal to do, and but few workmen: so that there was every prospect of a pretty long delay. The traveller desirous of filling up the interval agreeably, sauntered towards a Capuchin friary, which he espied at a little distance, very pleasantly situated on a rising mount. He rang the bell, and on one of the fathers making his appearance, politely stated the circumstance which caused his detention, and requested to be admitted in the mean while to partake of the hospitality of the convent. The Capuchins have little; but what they have, they bestow freely. They gave the stranger a welcome reception; and on entering into conversation with him, were greatly pleased to find that they had not, for a long time

received within their walls, a more agreeable or entertaining guest. On every thing he had something pertinent to say, and said it in such a way, as if it gave him a world of pains to differ in sentiment with any human being. During a plain dinner, of which they invited him to partake, the conversation turned on theology, or as it has been sarcastically termed the Capuchin philosophy. The stranger showed he knew almost as much about it as the fathers themselves; and seemed to know the more that he agreed with their opinions of the subject. They spoke of the different Capuchin houses in France, Germany, and Italy; the stranger proved to be better informed in this interesting part of geography than they could possibly have imagined, and was particularly happy in illustrating the talent which the sons of St. Francis have for finding out beautiful situations. Some traits were mentioned of the humility of the good St. Francis d'Assize; the stranger admired them, and admired in his turn some others of which the fathers were ignorant. The fraternity became in the end quite enchanted with their guest, and as the best service they could do him proposed that he should become one of their order. The stranger still meek and complying, replied that he would think of it, that he felt deeply

sensible of the honour which they proposed to him: that he was sorely afraid they judged too favourably of his mind and temper; but that he would institute a strict self-examination, and perhaps the day might e'er long arrive, when he would seek among them, that happiness which a vain world could never afford. A messenger now announced that the voiture was repaired and ready; the whole convent were in affliction, nor was the stranger suffered to part without an interchange of the warmest assurances of everlasting esteem and remembrance The reader may be curious to know who the individual was who had thus gained the hearts of the Capuchins? It was M. de Voltaire.

MONKS OF SAINT BERNARD

The following is a recent instance of those. charitable offices, which the pious monks of St. Bernard, from a sense of duty, as well as from the locality of their establishment, are in the habit of performing. A poor soldier travelling from Siberia to the place of his nativity in Italy, set out fromthe village of St. Pierre in the afternoon, in the hope of reaching the monastery by night fall; but he unfortunately missed his way, and on climbing up a precipice, he laid hold of the fragment of a rock, which, separating from

the mass rolled with him into the valley below, which the poor man reached with his clothes torn and his body sadly bruised and lacerated; being unable to extricate himself from the snow, and night having come on, he remained in that forlorn situation till morning. The weather was uncommonly mild for the season, or he must have perished. He spent the whole of two following days in crawling to a deserted hovel, without having any thing to eat. Two of the monks of St. Bernard, on their way to the village about sun set, were warned by the barking of their dog, and descried the man at a distance; they hastened to his succour, they found him at the entrance of the hovel, where he lay as if unable to cross the threshold, and apparently in a dying state from hunger, fatigue, and loss of blood. They raised him on their shoulders and carried him to the village, a distance of five miles through the snow. The man was about the middle size and robust; so that, independantly of his helpless condition, it required a considerable portion of strength, as well as management, to the brothers to reach their destination. At the village of St. Pierre, the poor traveller received every attention and assistance that his situation required.