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Dublin, August 27.-The Reverend and Worthy Dr. Jonathan Swift, Dean of St. Patrick's, is arrived safe from England, to the general joy of this city. On this occasion the bells of St. Patrick's, and other adjacent churches, were rung, and large bonfires made in the neighbouring streets. There was a very particular one made with a good number of flaming torches on the top of the steeple of his cathedral, which illuminated the whole town. And so grateful a sense do the people. preserve of the merits of the author of the Drapier's Books against Wood's Brass Coin, that there is scarcely a street in town without a representation of him for a sign.

A letter from Chatham, dated Jan. 26.-The following odd affair you may depend upon to be authentic. This morning a person known by the name of Charles Waddell, belonging to his Majesty's ship Orford, was ordered to receive two dozen lashes for desertion; but when tying up to the gangway, the culprit was discovered to be a woman. She confessed afterwards, she had travelled from Hull to London, after a man with whom she was in love; and hearing he had entered on board the Orford, at Chatham, she entered at the rendezvous in London, for the same ship, the 9th instant. On the 17th of this month she came on board, and was looked upon as a very active young fellow; but finding that her sweetheart, who had entered for the above ship, was

run away, in consequence thereof, she deserted yesterday in pursuit of him; but was taken up as a deserter on the London Road, and was brought again on board last night, where she was confined in irons; and this morning was to have received her punishment, but the discovery prevented it. She was immediately carried before Admiral Sir Peter Denis, who made her a present of half a guinea; Commissioner Hanway, and most of the officers of the yard, made her presents. She is about nineteen years of age.

Anecdote of the Honourable C. J. Fox, second son to Lord Holland.-Some time before Lord Holland's trip to the continent, when the public defaulter was the general subject of conversation, as he, his lady, and second son were in the coach going to Holland House, my Lord asked his son jocosely, "What the world thought of him."— The other excused himself for some time, observing he might be angry with him if he told him the truth, which the other assured him he should not, let it be what it would :-" Why then, Sir, (says Mr. Fox,) they say there is not a greater r-e unhanged." "And pray, Sir, (returned the father, with great emotion,) where is your spirit to resent such an injury ?"-" My Lord," (replied the son,) "I should by no means want spirit to resent any injury offered to my father, as I look upon it the same as to myself; nor should any single person dare to mention it with impunity.

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But surely, my Lord, you would not have me fight every body."

Last Thursday a person came to an inn in Hertingfordbury, and said he should lie there that night, for he was afraid to proceed to London, having a considerable sum of money about him; but in farther discourse he declared he was not afraid of any one man, and that no one person should ever rob him. Next day he was attacked in his way to London by a highwayman, who presenting a pistol cocked to his breast, used the expression he had heard over night::-" What, you won't be robbed by any one man, will you?" The ?" The person attacked had presence of mind to answer, "No, I will not; but there are two of you;" (though, in fact, there was nobody else in sight) and pointed up a lane behind the highwayman; who thereupon (as the person attacked had intended) turned his head to look at the third person, who he knew was no accomplice, and therefore feared he might be the means of taking him. The person attacked took the advantage whilst the highwayman was so looking back, and struck him off his horse with the but end of his whip, and seized him, and he is now in Hertford gaol.

The following is from the last Aberdeen Intelligence. A begging Highlander from the Isle of Sky, travelling from Glenlivet to Lochaber, the

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the end of last month, in a deep snow, missed his way, and wandered in the hills for several days; but a clergyman in the neighbourhood hearing that a person had been seen at a distance bewildered in the snow, sent some men in search of him, who found him in a hill lying on his face as dead, with one of his legs standing upright like a stake; who having carried him to the clergyman's house in blankets, partly by the gradual warmth of a cow-byre, in which he was first put, and partly by the help of some spirits gently put into his mouth, with some crumbs of bread, he so recovered as to be able to speak. The account he gave of himself is, That he was going to drive, cows from the lowlands into his own country for his winter provision; that he travelled as long as his legs could bear him, and then crawled on his hands and knees, having nothing to eat but the crops of heather, till he became quite numbed. When he was taken out of the snow, in which he had been for eight days, his legs were frozen, that one broke off by the knee, and the other by the middle. His body has since broke out in blisters and fiery pimples, accompanied with exquisite tormenting pain; so that there is no hope of his

recovery.

A few days since, a gentleman and a lady went into a church in this metropolis, in order to be married; but when the minister came to that part of the ceremony, where the bridegroom is to re

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peat the words, " With my body I thee worship;' he said, "Sir, I am a dissenter, and will not repeat these words:" to which the clergyman replied, "Sir, I am a churchman, and will not omit them :" "Your servant, Sir," and "Your servant, Sir," ended the debate, and the parties returned home unmarried.

Sunday last was buried at St Martin's in the Fields, Mrs. Eastwood, tripe-woman, in Hungerford-market. It is said she has died worth 3,0001. What is remarkable, she allowed her husband, who only died two years since, one guinea a day pocket-money, which seldom was sufficient to serve him.

Curious Epitaph on a Blacksmith.

Here cool the ashes

of

MULCIBER GRIM,

Late of this parish, Blacksmith.

He was born in Seacoal Lane, and bred at Hammersmith.

From his youth upwards he was much addicted to

vices,

And was very often guilty of forgery.

Having some talents for irony,

He thereby produced many heats in his neighbourhood, Which he usually increased by blowing up the

coals.

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