conversations, the interest which the women
excite, as much by their cultivated minds as by
their charms-these are the points which struck
these illustrious travellers during their abode in
the country.
It is there, say they, that you
should study the high society of England, and
even the character of all its gentlemen. London
is merely a large inn; it is at his country-house
that the Englishman is hospitable and amiable.
The Archdukes describe the manner of dining at
the Marquis of Anglesea's. It presents a novelty
for our gourmands; after soup they took cold
punch.* A celebrated agriculturist, the Cheva-
lier Sebright, had the Princes for his guests, and
showed them his numerous machines. Miss Se-
bright is a savante (a scientific lady); she made
an experiment in galvanism before the Archdukes,
with a little galvanic battery. The Chevalier
Sebright grows such enormous turnips, that one
day he sent to his sister nineteen partridges in the
hollow of one these roots."

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The Wirtemberg Elephant.-The elephant formerly in the Menagerie of the King of Wirtemberg, and since purchased by a private individual, recently made a whimsical escapade on his way

* However new this may be to foreign gourmands, it is a very old custom in England to take cold punch with turtle soup, and that we suppose is the soup here spo

ken of.

from Dresden to the fair of Leipsic. About daybreak he succeeded in removing the bars that confined him within his moving prison, walked forth unobserved by his keeper, and quietly took the road to Pirna, whilst the poor keeper and his caravan took that of Leipsic. Some peasant

women, on their way to the market of Dresden, observing the enormous animal moving towards them, and having never before seen an elephant, ran off in the greatest consternation, abandoning their carts, with provisions of various kinds for the market. The elephant came up, and comfortably regaled himself with a plenteous breakfast of bread, butter, eggs, &c. which he selected with great taste, and even some economy, for whilst he devoured, he took care to commit no waste. The keeper soon discovered his loss, came back out of temper and out of breath, and easily induced the elephant to return with him for the purpose of edifying the good people at the fair of Leipsic.

RICHARD CUMBERLAND, ESQ.

The last production of this gentleman, which was finished but a short time before his death, begins as follows:

World, I have known thee long, and now the hour
When I must part from thee is near at hand;

I bore thee much good will, and many a time
In thy fair promises reposed more trust

Than wiser heads and colder hearts would risk.
Some tokens of a life, not wholly pass'd

In selfish strivings, or ignoble sloth,

Haply there shall be found when I am gone,
Which may dispose thy candour to discern
Some merit in my zeal, and let my works
Outlive the maker, who bequeaths them to thee;
For well I know where our perception ends
Thy praise begins, and few there be who weave
Wreaths for the Poet's brow, till he is laid
Low in his narrow dwelling with the worm.

At Stafford Assizes a cause was brought on at the suit of the Apothecaries' Company, against the son of a man who had been originally a gardener, but who had long exercised the business of a cow leech and quack-doctor; the son claiming cow.leech a right of following the profession of an apothecary, through having studied under his renowned father.

In the cross-examination of the father by Mr. Dauncey, he was asked if he had always been a surgeon ? The witness appealed to the Judge if this was a proper answer, and whether he must reply to it; and at last said, "I am a Surgent. Mr. Dauncey asked him to spell this word, which he did at several times, viz. Syurgunt,-Surgend, -Surgunt,-Surgund. Mr. Dauncey said, "I am afraid, sir, you do not often take so much time to study the cases which come before you, as you do to answer my question.""I do not, sir."

Witness said, he never employed himself as a gardener, but was a farmer till he learnt his present business. Mr. Dauncey said, "Who did you learn it of?" I learnt it of Dr. Holme, my brother-in-law; he practised the same as the Whitworth doctors, and they were regular phy· sicians." Mr. Dauncey, "Where did they take their degrees?" Witness, "I don't believe they ever took a degree." "Then were they regular physicians?"" No! I believe they were not; they were only doctors." "Only doctors! were they doctors in law, physic, or divinity ?"— They doctored cows and other things, and humans as well."

Judge to witness. "Did you ever make up any medicine by the prescription of a physician?" "I never did.' "Do you understand the characters they use for ounces, scruples, and drachms?" "I do not." "Then you cannot make up their prescriptions from reading them?"" I cannot; but I can make up as good medicines in my way, as they can in theirs." "What proportion does an ounce bear to a pound?" [A pause.] "There are sixteen ounces to the pound, but we do not go by any regular weight, we mix ours by the hand." "Do you bleed ?" "Yes." "With a fleam or with a lancet?"" With a lancet." "Do you bleed from the vein or from the artery?" "From the vein." "There is an artery somewhere about the temples; what is the name of that artery?"—"I do not pretend to have so much learning as some have." "Can "Can you tell me

the name of that artery ?""I do not know which you mean." "Suppose, then, I was to direct you to bleed my servant, or my horse, (which God forbid !) in a vein, say, for instance, in the jugular vein; where should you bleed him?” "In the neck, to be sure."

The Jury almost instantly returned a verdict for the plaintiffs-Damages 201.

The following lines were spoken in the character of a British Sailor, at a play, for the benefit of the orphan children of a Seaman, who was killed at the battle of Trafalgar. The children were led in by the performer who spoke the Address :

ye,

Kind Messmates all, these Children come before
To bid Jack Starboard tell their humble story;
And though, mayhap, in lingo little skill'd,
Yet are our hearts with British ballast fill'd!
'Twas at his gun their gallant father died,
And as he fell, "Protect my Children," cried!
The boon he ask'd, his generous country gives,
Deep in your hearts the Seaman's mem❜ry lives.
Quick glows through Britain the paternal flame-
The seaman's child ten thousand fathers claim'
So when your sons triumphant ride the wave,
Their filial love will make them doubly brave.

Kind friends, these saplings here of oak,
Will die to save you from a foreign yoke!
Taut are their riggings, and their balls well made,
A British carpenter their timbers laid!