to the Lord, Blake-Blake were living-the Spaniard?-Blake !—he hath rued his false dealing before now; and if a squadron I have left, he shall again.-Blake!-BlakeI need thee.' 'And more,' continued the peer, 'They have intelligence here.' Who? where? how?' cried the Protector, foaming at the mouth like a mad dog; "what hair-brained traitor dare correspond with the King? Speak, man. He is dead before thou sayst-''The Cavaliers of the north,' answered Murray, if not up already, await but the presence of that traitor Sydenham : Lancashire, Cheshire, Derbyshire and Yorkshire, are numbered, and pledged to rise.' 'Where--where is Snell?' cried Cromwell. 'Let him march -march forward instantly-and- He ended not the sentence, but clenched his fist, and paced the room from side to side, like a wild beast. 'Sir Harry Slingsby and Dr. Huet-' said Caryfort. 'Ha-what of them? cried Oliver, stopping short, 'are they-Traitors!' replied Murray; 'and Mordaunt is closely implicated.' Are they -are they fast in prison, by the neck and heels?" said the Protector. 'Yea; but worse than all,' said the Peer, Ormond is known to be in England, yet he is in darker hiding than we can penetrate.' 'Set a reward upon his head, and another on Sydenham,' cried Cromwell. 'God give me patience, this is news indeed!-Slingsby ! Huet! they are friends of the president Bradshaw ! where is he? and Waller! Haslerigg! Lambert! and Fairfax! The Lord's vengeance over-overtake them.' He sat down again in his chair, nearly overcome with the strength of his own passions, and the sweat coursed down his brow like drops of rain down a window pane,"

Some farther communion ensues. "Cromwell seemed now to be seized with a kind of lethargy, which usually succeeded to the delirium of his passion; he leaned upon the arms of the chair, and for some time spoke no word; his companions also preserved silence: it was a considerable space before he resumed his self-possession, gradually awakening from his disorder as if from a sound sleep. When he raised his eyes and beheld Caryfort, he put his hand to his brow, as if striving to recall something past to his recollection, and then bowed his head in token of remembrance. He spoke slowly, but audibly. Hie ye straight to Whitehall-bid colonel Snell march-march on towards Cheshire, bid him take possession, by fair means or foul,

of the president's house ;-give him, Caryfort, what other instructions you may, by the revelation of the Lord, be enabled.Watch, and sleep not, for the enemy are at hand; and let that ram, Sydenham, be ta ken in the thicket, to be offered up, as it were, a sacrifice, instead of the blood of our Isaacs-the people of the land.'

We have not meddled with the love scenes in this story, though they are well drawn; and the heroine, Hester Bradshaw, is truly beautiful. A good relief of the comic also runs through the volumes; and we have no hesitation in ranking them in the nearest row to the Wizzard of the North. Indeed, the Cavalier will be found to be a very excellent romance, and as such we recommend it. Among its other merits we have poetry; and the following example attached to the death of the Sir Norman above mentioned, will show its quality.

"In the first battle with the Welsh, he commanded the van division under Edward, and routed the mountaineers with great slaughter; but to the great grief of the King, and all true knights, he was himself slain by an arrow, shot at random by the enemy, on the close of the fight. He was observed to be thoughtful, and almost wild in his demeanour, from the time that he joined the King at the rendezvous; spoke little to any one but his friend Sir Hugh Molyneux, who was much in the same condition; and if questioned with too much pertinacity, he turned fiercely on the querist, or fled without speaking. In his burgonet, he wore the beautiful tresses of a lady's hair; and frequently he was seen stamping on the ground, and muttering to himself, as if in a fit of frenzy. He became more sedate on the evening previous to the battle, and requested the command of the van division from Edward, who granted it, with a caution to take care of himself. He smiled bitterly, and retired. The next morning, he was 'stirring with the lark, and had attacked and routed the enemy, and was brought in a corpse, before the King had imagined he had marched from the rendezvous."

After his death, his friend Sir Hugh Molyneux, in stripping him of his armour, found an esquisse, of which the following is a translation,carefully placed in his breast:--

“In addition to La Fleur's account of himself, the writer of the preceding obtained from him several little circumstances relative to his master, as well as the characters depicted by him, a few of which, as they would lose by abridgment, I shall give verbatim.

"There were moments,' said La Fleur, in which my master appeared sunk into the deepest dejection-when his calls upon me for my services were so seldom, that I sometimes apprehensively pressed in upon his privacy, to suggest what I thought might divert his melancholy. He used to smile at my well-meant zeal, and I could see was happy to be relieved. At others -he seemed to have received a new soul-he launched into the levity natural à mon pays,' said La Fleur, and cried gaily enough, Vive la Bagatelle!" It was in one of those moments that he became acquainted with the Grisette at the glove-shop; she afterwards visited him at his lodgings, upon which La Fleur made not a single remark; but, on naming the fille de chambre, his other visitant, he exclaimed, 'It was certainly a pity, she was so pretty and petite.'

"Poor Maria-was, alas! no fiction-'When we came up to her, she was grovelling in the road like an infant, and throwing the dust upon her head-and yet few were more lovely! Upon Sterne's accosting her with tenderness, and raising her in his arms, she collected herself and resumed some composure—told him her tale of misery, and wept upon his breast-my master sobbed aloud. I saw her gently disengage herself from his arms, and she sung him the service to the Virgin, my poor master covered his face with his hands, and walked by her side to the cottage where she lived, there he talked earnestly to the old woman.'

"Every day,' said La Fleur, 'while we stayed there, I carried them meat and drink from the hotel, and when we departed from Moulines, my master left his blessings and some monQ ATHENEUM VOL. 10.

ed he, I know not-he always gave more than he could afford.'

"Sterne was frequently at a loss upon his travels for ready money. Remittances were become interrupted by war, and he had wrongly estimated his expenses-he had reckoned along the post-roads, without adverting to the wretchedness that was to call upon him in his way.

"At many of our stages my master has turned to me with tears in his eyes

These poor people oppress me, La Fleur! how shall I relieve me?' He wrote much, and to a late hour. I told La Fleur of the inconsiderable quantity he had published-he expressed extreme surprise. 'I know,' said he, 6 upon our return from this tour, there was a large trunk completely filled with papers.' 'Do you know any thing of their tendency, La Fleur ? Yes-they were miscellaneous remarks upon the manners of the different nations he visited, and in Italy he was deeply engaged in making the most elaborate inquiries into the different governments of the towns, and the characteristic peculiarities of the Italians of the various states.'

To affect this he read much ; for the collections of the patrons of literature were open to him; he observed more. Singular as it may seem, Sterne endeavoured in vain to speak Italian. His valet acquired it on their journey; but his master, though he applied now and then, gave it up as unattainable.— 'I the more wondered at this,' said La Fleur, as he must have understood Latin.'

The asssertion, sanctioned by Johnson, that Sterne was licentious and dissolute in conversation, stands thus far contradicted by the testimony of La Fleur. "His conversation with women,' he said, was of the most interesting kind: he usually left them serious, if he did not find them so.'

"The Dead Ass-was no invention the mourner was as simple and affecting as Sterne has related. La Fleur recollected the circumstance perfectly."

DELICATE GENEROSITY.

A French Abbé, celebrated for his wit as well as his political knowledge, was much embarrassed for the sum of five hundred louis d'ors. The Abbé was high-minded, and being constantly at Versailles, he carefully avoided every thing that might lead to the discovery of his embarrassment. Some person, however, whispered the secret to the queen, the beautiful but unfortunate Marie Antoinette. On the same evening, her majesty meeting the Abbé at the Duchesse de Polignac's, engaged him in a party at trictrac, her favourite game, in which she contrived in a short time to lose the sum which the Abbé wanted; then smilingly she rose from the table, and relinquished the game.

CITIZEN OF THE WOrld.

A sum of 5,000l. stands invested for the mutual benefit of two very excellent institutions in London-The Magdalen Asylum, and the Foundling Hospital. It was bequeathed to them by one Ormichand, a black merchant in Calcutta, who left many equally liberal donations to other charitable institutions in all parts of the world.

GARRICK.

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The character of the British Roscius has been severely aspersed, on account of his reputed parsimony; an anecdote is, however, related of him by Albany Wallis, Esq., who was his intimate friend, which shows that the accusation was somewhat unjust. Mr. Garrick,' says this gentleman, was no more a fool in charity than in other matters; he knew where and how to bestow his liberality. He came to me one morning in a violent hurry, and without even his usual salutation, abruptly exclaimed, My dear friend, the doctor is in want, you must instantly do me a favour. Come, come, put on your hat, and, without delay, go to Dr. Johnson's lodgings, and present him with these banknotes; but, on your life, do not mention from whom you had them.' The amount was by no means inconsiderable. In compliance with his request, I instantly waited on the doctor, and being announced, was ushered into his apartment. Having prefaced my errand with as much delicacy as possible, I presented the notes, which the doctor received with

much agitation; and after a few moments, wiping away the tears, he pressed my hand between his with energy, exclaiming, Mr. Wallis, I know from whence this comes; tell Mr. Garrick that his kindness is almost too much for me; tell him also that I shall never be able to repay this sum, much less what I have before received at his hands.' A few months after this donation the doctor died.

FARINELLI.

The celebrated Italian singer, Farinelli, who was a great favourite with Philip the Fifth of Spain, going one day to the King's closet, to which he had at all times access, heard an officer of the guard curse him, and say to another that was in waiting, Honours can be heaped on such scoundrels as these, while a poor soldier like myself, after thirty years service, remains unnoticed.' Farinelli, without seeming to hear the reproach, complained to, the king that he had neglected an old servant, and procured a regiment for the person who had spoken so harshly of him in the anti-chamber. On quitting his majesty, Farinelli gave the commission to the officer, telling him that he had heard him complain of having served thirty years; but added, You did wrong to accuse the king of neglect to reward your zeal.'

BATTLE INCIDENT.

Captain Hauffer, a Swiss officer, who was dangerously wounded in one of the actions which took place when the French entered his unfortunate country, was left bathed in blood on the field of battle. A French officer who happened to pass, perceived him, and observing some signs of life, assisted him, and cried out, Courage,

my

dear fellow, courage!' Hauffer, at these words, like one awaking from the sleep of death, opened his eyes, and fixing them attentively on the officer, said with a feeble voice, "Tis not courage, but strength, I want.' The Frenchman, delighted and affected by this answer, gave orders immediately to have the officer's wounds dressed, and every possible care taken of him. He was, in conse quence, carried to Wadmschwyll, and in a little time was entirely cured of his wounds.

ROBERT NORMAN.

"The new Attractiue, containing a short discourse of the Magnes or Lodestone, and amongst other his vertues, of a new discouered secret, and subtile propertie, concerning the declyning of the Needle, touched therewith, under the plaine of the Horizon. Now first fonnd out by ROBERT NORMAN, Hydrographer. Small 4to. Imprinted at London, by John Kyngston, for Richard Ballard, 1581."

This scarce Tract is the production of Robert Norman, who first discovered what is called the dipping of the needle, and which discovery this work was intended to promulgate.

THE MAGNES, OR LODESTONE'S CHALLENGE.
Give place, ye glittering sparkes,
Ye glimmering saphires bright,
Ye rubies redde, and diamonds braue,
Wherein ye moste delight.

In breefe, ye stones inricht,

And burnisht all with golde,
Set forthe in lapidaries shoppes
For jewells to be solde.

Give place, give place, I saie
Your beautie, gleame and glee
Is all the vertue for the whiche
Accepted so you bee.

Magnes, the Lodestone, I,

Your painted sheathes defie,
Without my helpe, in Indian seas,
The best of you might lie.

I guide the pilot's course,
His helping hande I am,
The mariner delights in me,

So doeth the marchaunt man.

My vertue lyes unknown,

My secrets hidden are,

By me, the court and commonweale
Are pleasured verie farre.

No shippe could saile on seas,
Her course to runne aright,

Nor compasse shewe the readie waie,
Were Magnes not of might.

Blush then, and blemishe all

Bequeath to me that's dewe,

THE MARINER'S JUDGMENT. The Lodestone is the stone, The onely stone alone, Deseruyng praise above the rest, Whose vertues are unknowne.

THE MARCHANTE'S VERDICT. The saphires bright, the diamonds braue Are stones that beare the name, But flatter not and tell the troth, Magnes deserves he fame.

GENEROUS BEQUEST.

When M. Bouvant was given over by the physicians, he sent for his old friend the Abbé Blanchet, to whom he said, 'From the character I know you to have, you will always be poor; there is every appearance, my friend, that I cannot live long, and when I am dead, what will become of you?" The Abbé wished to reply, but the sick man, taking advantage of his condition, ordered him to be silent, and dictated his last orders. My will is, that you enjoy the interest of ten thousand crowns, which I have earned, for your life. Don't make any difficulties, the principal will return to my family.' M. Bouvant recovered. Sometime afterwards, the Abbé related this trait to the Duchesse d'Aumont, who was so delighted, that she urged him to tell it her again. Why, madam,' said the Abbé, what I have related is nothing to what followed; for when my poor Bouvant was recovered, I found him quite sorry that he was well.'

CHARITY SERMON.

Which jewellers doe renewe.

It's I, it's I, alone

Whom you usurpe upon,

Magnes by name, the Lodestone call'd,
Th prince of stones alone.
If yo

ruvi; if

desolé :

must be

you can denie,

seeme to make replie,

the painfull seaman judge yhiche of us doeth lie.

on a Sunday. He made an apology for reading part of a newspaper in the pulpit, said he believed it was the first instance of the kind, and he sincerely wished that there never might be occasion for the like again. He then pointed out the heinous sin of Sabbath breaking.