the account he gave, it appeared that the whole of the baronet's attendants, and many of the servants of the inn at which Sir Joseph had put up, had been the whole night in search of him. Sir Joseph, after expressing his thanks, and promising to reward him and his fellows for their integrity, dispatched him to fetch a carriage, which, in less than an hour, arrived, when Sir Joseph and lady Phillipps, together with their amiable son, bade a short farewell to the benevolent cottagers.

Sir Joseph shortly after settled a very handsome annuity on Morgan and his wife, which enabled them to live in comfort the remainder of their days.

Sir Joseph, on his arrival in the metropolis, took particular care to erase every unfavorable impression from the public mind, with respect to the conduct of his wife, which was confirmed by Mr. Mowbray, the villain, whose machinations were the sole cause of the temporary dereliction from virtue of lady Phillipps, and she was once more received, free from the taint of suspicion, into the polite circles she had so heroically abandoned. The family estates were repurchased by Sir Joseph. The youthful Joseph, steady in virtue, is beloved by all; and the good and benevolent baronet blesses the chance which led him to the mountains of Caergybi.

W. B. J.

Enteresting Varieties.

SAVING BANKS.-Curious hint to depositors in banks for savings, who are to receive compound interest for their money. The difference between the increase of money at simple and compound interest is notorious, but it cannot be placed in a more striking point of view than in the following case:-One penny put out at five per cent. compound interest, at our Saviour's birth, would, at the present period, have increased to almost as great a sum as could be contained in three hundred and nineteen millions of globes, each equal to the earth in

size, and all solid gold; but one penny put out at simple interest, would, in the same time, have amounted to no more than seven shillings and eight pence farthing!

A QUEER AFFAIR. SOME years ago, a very uncommon affair happened. An old gentleman, pursuant to his will, was carried to a country village in the west of England, to be interred with his ancestors; and four servants, in a mourning-coach, besides the undertaker and six of his men, were ordered by the executors to attend upon the corpse, agreeably to the will of the deceased. When they had got within a few miles of their journey's end, they stopped at a public-house to plume their hearse, and put their trappings in order, for they had had such stormy and tempestuous weather the three preceding days, that they had not been able to exhibit one feather to public view. The landlord of the house, being a jocose merry fellow, and formerly a companion to the deceased, would insist upon the company's taking part of a large bowl of punch at his expence, after the reckoning was paid. While this was preparing, the driver of the hearse (unlike the rest of his brethren) told his master that he did not like punch, and if he pleased he would go gently on, till such time as they should overtake him. He had got not above half a mile from the place, before he came to a small rivulet, which, by the heavy rains that had lately fallen, had overflowed its banks, and laid the road for several hundred yards under water and being a stranger in that country, he got a little out of the common track, so that when he was at the opposite shore, he found he had a steep and rugged bank to climb; however, he performed it, though not without great difficulty; for, by the sudden jolts he met with, the coffin unloose d itself, and, by tossing to and fro, forced open the door of the hearse, and, in rising the bank, fell topsy-turvey into the river, and went down the stream several yards. The driver, not perceiving any thing amiss, and the door closing itself again, kept

jogging on. He was soon after joined by the rest of the mournful tribe, and a great number of his honor's tenants, who accompanied him to the church yard gate; where the whole parish was assembled to form the funeral train, and sing a requiem for his departed soul. All this while, nobody perceived the corpse was lost; and every thing was conducted with great order and decency, and not a head was seen without a streamer.

The bearers being ready, the mourners placed, and every thing in order, the undertaker commanded the corpse to be unhearsed: but, no corpse were there every body was struck with wonder and amazement. The under taker stood aghast. The driver, enfeebled and unable to support himself, let loose his reins. The porters appeared like so many statutes, motionless and dumb. In this dilemma they continued for some time. They very well knew that it was safe the preceding night, and how to account for its being gone, no one could conceive or imagine.

After a long pause, one of the company recollected, that the landlord of the inn where they lay last, exercised the trade of a plumber, as well as that of keeping a public-house, and that nothing could be more probable than that he had stolen the corpse for the sake of the leaden coffin. This was no sooner observed to the undertaker, who was overwhelmed with shame and confusion, than he mounted his steed, hurried back, seized upon the landlord, and dragged him before a magistrate, who, upon the oath of the undertaker, committed him to prison. This very much alarmed the neighbourhood, and every body was in deep concern for the landlord, for he had always borne the best character of any publican in that part of the west; and was remarkable for selling the best ale, and the largest measure, of any of his brother landlords.

The next morning the waters, being somewhat abated, began to run clear, so that the nails of the coffin might be seen to glisten, which an old woman (who was crossing the bridge a little below) observing, imagined

them to be the scales of some enor mous-sized fish that had come up the flood, and was so entangled amongst the weeds, as not to be able to make its escape. This she related to some more old women she chanced to meet: one of them said it was a prediction of some great event, for just such a fish as she described, was caught in the same river, the very day that King Charles the First was beheaded, and that the clerk of the parish had a memorandum of it in writing, which he found amongst his great grandmother's curiosities. The report of so surprising and uncommon a phenomenon, soon drew together a vast number of the country-people, who, from the heights above, could easily perceive the glittering in the water, but no body was suffered to go any nearer till nets were fixed for preventing its escape. Meanwhile, a noted game keeper, who was a very expert marksman, and lived hard by, was called in to their assistance. This fellow was to load with a double quantity of powder, for, said some of them, when the fish was caught here upwards of a hundred years ago, a cannon-ball would not pierce its skin. However, the keeper's ball penetrated through the whole; they then drew their nets over it, and brought it to the river side, and plainly discovered it to be the coffin which the honest landlord was imprisoned for stealing. This lucky discovery caused the undertaker to be recalled, the publican restored, the body entombed, and the people satisfied. TRUTH.

BOTTOM OF A WELL.

ENGLISH PROVERBIAL

SAYINGS,

WITH MORAL REFLECTIONS. AS YOU BREW, SO YOU SHALL BAKE. This proverb is applicable to such as act hand over head in matters of moment, without the precaution of good counsel and advice; and all the slips, mismanagements, and afflic tions, of both old or young, through rashness or oversight, are exposed to this bitter reproach-as she has brewed, even so let her bake; so the

father says to a daughter that has married, to her misfortune, without his consent.

CHARITY BEGINS AT HOME. This proverb was well intended, and grounded upon that passage of the Apostle which says, "That he who provides not for his own household, is worse than an infidel." But as the best institutions have been abused, so this proverb is become a defence to the uncharitable, who have not the natural affection to relieve the necessitous poor out of their abundance, thereby intimating, most unchristianly, that self-love is the measure of our love to our neighbour.

WHAT CAN'T BE CURED MUST BE ENDURED.-This is a consolatory saying, applicable to persons under the pressure of some inevitable calamity, and advises us to make a virtue of necessity, and not to aggravate but alleviate the burthen.

THE WONDERFUL CUNNING OF A Fox, FROM OLD MSS. To prove that this creature has a kind of reasoning with itself, Sir Henry Wotton told the following story to king James-A fox had killed a young pig, and was to cross a river to his den. By the water-side some alder trees had been newly stubbed, and there lay chips of all sizes. The fox, before he could venture himself and his prey into the stream, weighs the danger, weighs the pig, and divers chips after it. At last he takes up into his mouth one of the heaviest, passeth the river with it, and, arriving safely, comes back to fetch his pig.

A story of the same nature the earl of Southampton related to the king:-In his brook-hawking, at Shellingford, he saw divers fowls on the river, and, a little way up the stream, a fox very busy by the bank-side. The earl delayed his sport on purpose to see what Reynard was about. He saw him very busy fetching the green sod, which had been cut a few yards from the river. He takes two or three, one after another, in his mouth, and lets them drive towards the fowl. After he had well familiarized them to

When Hogarth first set up his carriage, he paid a visit to the Lord Mayor, and having protracted his stay till a heavy shower of rain came on, he was let out of a different door from that which he entered, and not thinking of his carriage, set off on foot, and got home dripping wet. When Mrs. Hogarth asked him where he had left his carriage, he said he had forgot it!

When Oliver Cromwell first coined his money, an old cavalier looking on one of the new pieces, read this inscription on one side, God with us: on the other, The Commonwealth of England. "I see," said he, "God and the Commonwealth are on different sides."

An honest Hibernian, whose bank (his pocket, to use his own phrase) had stopt payment, was forced to the sad necessity of perambulating the streets of Edinburgh two nights together, for want of a few pence to pay his lodgings; when accidently hearing a person talk of the Lying-in hospital, he exclaimed, "That's the place for me! where is it, honey? for I have been lying out these two nights past.”

TO CORRESPONDENTS,

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TRUTH is particularly entitled to our most sincere thanks for his very kind assistance. His signature to his first packet put us in mind of an old Correspondent, from whom, a few years back, we received many favors-a vivid recollection of which our gratitude will ever retain.

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THE assertion made by Buonaparte, that the Emperor Alexander was privy to the murder of his father (vide O'Meara's "Voice from St. Helena,") having recalled the public attention to that event, the following particulars of it,extracted from Carr's "Northern Summer," 4to. 1805, may perhaps be acceptable to our readers.

It was the custom of the emperor to sleep in an outer apartment next to the empress's, upon a sofa, in his regimentals and boots, whilst the grand duke and duchess, and the rest of the imperial family, were lodged at various distances, in apartments below the story which he occupied. On the tenth day of March, O. S. 1801, the day preceding the fatal night, whether Paul's apprehension, or anonymous information, suggested the idea, is not known, but conceiving that a storm was ready to burst upon him, he sent to Count P, the governor of the city, one of the noblemen who had re