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exchange for an ox, provided he would let him chuse one out of his drove. The grazier accepted the proposal, and the wife readily agreed to it. Accordingly they met the next day, when she was delivered to the grazier, with a new halter round her neck, and the husband received the bullock, which he afterwards sold for six guineas. It is said the woman has since returned to her husband, and that they have been married near ten years.

To the Printer.—Being the other day on Epping Forest, to pursue the diversions of the season, I slept at a village in that voisinage, and that I might not spend a solitary evening, I prevailed on the curate of the parish to partake of a duck and a bottle of port, who gave me the following anecdotes concerning Waltham Abbey, a small town on the forest.

1. Formerly this abbey was tenanted by a number of jolly friars, who used to make frequent excursions by moon-light to visit a nunnery at Cheshunt, which is distant about two miles from Waltham. Harry VIII. who heard of this, and envied the luxurious enjoyments of these holy inamoratos, was once ill-natured enough to spoil their sport; for being a hunting on the forest, he contrived, with his courtiers, to place toils in the way from Waltham to Cheshunt, by which he caught five brace of bald heads in one night.

2. Between thirty and forty years ago, the manor-house of Waltham Abbey was inhabited by the famous Bumper, Squire Jones. In digging to enlarge his cellar, the body of King Harold was found, as evidently appeared from Haroldus Rex inscribed on the lid of the coffin. Jones thought he could not do greater honour to the corpse than by placing it at the head of the cellar where it had been interred; and whenever any of his friends were led by curiosity to see it, he made them offer libations to the memory of the deceased, till they could not see it.

To the Printer.— A paragraph having, some time since appeared, extracted from the Irish papers, mentioning a ball lodged in an ivory tooth with some improbable circumstances attending it, will not, I hope, prevent the following fact from having a place in your paper.

“ As Mr. Yeavely, surgeon to the 70th regiment in Ireland, was trepanning a captain in the same regiment, whose skull was fractured by a fall from his horse, he extracted a ball which was lodged between the two tables of his skull, and had been received on the expedition to the Isle of Aix, the beginning of the late war; but affected him no other ways, than by rendering him exceedingly stupid at times. An engineer who was present during the operation, observing the thickness of the skull, declared, that had it not been for the ball he just saw extracted, he should have pronounced it bomb proof.”

To the Printer of the Salisbury Journal.—The following extract from a sermon of Bishop Latimer's I met with lately in Grainger's Biographical History, I wish you would give it a place in your paper, as it is a sort of curiosity which I fancy would amuse your readers.

I am, Sir, &c.

PHILALETES.

* My father was a yeoman, and had lands of his own; only he had a farm of three or four pounds by the year at the uttermost, and hereupon he tilled so much as kept half a dozen men. He had a walk for an hundred sheep, and my mother milked thirty kine. He was able, and did find the king a harness (suit of armour), with himself and horse, while he came to the place that he should receive the king's wages. I can remember that I buckled on his harness when he went into Blackheath field. He kept me to school, or else I had not been able to preach before the King's Majesty now. He married my sisters with five pounds or twenty nobles a piece, so that he brought them up in godliness and fear of God. He kept hospitality for his bours, and some alms he gave to the poor; and all this did he of the said farm.”

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Now from this plain account, which the good old bishop gives us of his father's estate and family, in the reign (we may suppose) of Henry VII. it is natural to ask this question :

Can the present owner of this farm do more with it ; and how are the landed gentlemen really the richer, by the great rise of estates since those times, from the increased quantity of gold and silver ?

Anecdote of Paul Petrowitz, Great Duke of

Russia, son of the reigning Empress, Catherine II, by her deposed Husband, Peter the Third, and Heir Apparent to the Crown. Communicated by a Gentleman just arrived from Petersburgh.

The beginning of the present summer four English captains hired a coach for the day, on a party of pleasure. In their way they met this prince in his equipage, coming to Petersburgh, and had almost passed him, without making their obedience, or shewing him a proper respect. A heinous offence, as the Russians, from the most savage, are become as polite and ceremonious, as our good neighbours the French. His Highness seeing they were Englishmen, and being, conversant in the language of their nation, en passant put his head out of the window of his carriage, and waving his hat, cried out, Wilkes and liberty, huzza !

The Great Duke is about 17 years of age, being born in October, 1754 ; a youth of a sprightly disposition and promising genius, and bids fair to make a figure in the annals of history.

The following remarkable catastrophe happened to a married couple in the city, who were buried a few days ago :—The wife was between twenty and thirty, and the husband eight or ten years older. They went to bed in good health, and in the morning, the wife waking, found her husband dead and cold, from whence it might be concluded he had expired five or six hours before. She appeared to bear the loss with moderate concern and fortitude, till the corpse was carried out of the house to be buried, at which time she burst into a violent flood of tears, which were succeeded by fits; when the fits went off, her reason appeared to have left her, and in a great degree her senses, as she seemed insensible of every thing that passed; and in this state she continued two days and then died.

To the Printer.-I am a reader of your paper, and amongst the rest of your clients, beg leave to consult you on my unhappy case.

You must know that after spending many years in learning how to manage a bad husband, I have at length got a very good one, whom I married not only

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