riar. "No, no, my dear; that smells of the shop.""Lord Bacon!" said my Lady. "No-that would be a personal reflection on your grandmother," replied the Knight, with a sigh. "Some king," guessingly articulated Mariar; "for instance, Charle Magne, or Henri Quatre."-" No," observed Pa, "we must not put kings among the commons; we'll have William Pitt, Earl of Chatham; there's six of 'em, and I will write to the Ex-Sheriff, who is a man of letters, for the other two names." Lady Caxon submitted to his consideration that this would be betraying his ignorance, so she thought a little, and then proposed Admiral Lord Hawke and Sir Christopher Wren, who were approved of nem. con. Touching this same nem. con., Miss Mariar asked Ma one day the difference between nem. con. and crim. con. Her Ladyship, who knew neither, told her that it was time enough for her to learn that, and that they did not suit the like of her. The next embarras de richesses was the pictures. Mariar Dorothear was for the Italian and Flemish schools, but her Lady-mother broke out with, E feckin, a pretty taste indeed! We should soon have a Flemish account of Pa's money if it went that way. How many bars, and bolts, and hoops, and "—" Hinges," introduced the Knight with a groan, for he saw upon what the argument hinged. "No," recommenced my Lady; "we will buy bargains. I'll have nothing but full-lengths. Generals, Admirals, Bishops, and Nobles with stars on. My stars and garters! Lord, our visitors will be dumfounded when I introduces them as our old hancestors-the heads of the family-and they will be ourn, for we shall have bought and paid for them;

a nice distinction at the vest end o' the town!"

The idea delighted the whole family; and this would have been the first tranquil night that Sir Caleb had enjoyed since he left off business, if his son had not arrived unexpectedly from Trinity College, in a tandem, with a drunken companion, and had not broken the parlour windows by way of raising the family. My Lady, however, was soon put out of pain by seeing a dasher of fashion, as she called him, with young Caleb; and she said, "Never mind the vinder, that can be mended: but let us put up the picters as soon as possible."

Brokers' shops were searched by Sir Caleb for old moth-eaten portraits, and he bought them a great and rare bargain: amongst which were Sir Cloudsley Shovel, Admiral O'Hara, the Duke of Cumberland of the year 45, and the Duc de Biron taken in execution, Cardinal Mazarine and an obliterated Mareshall, Duc de Nivomois, a mildewed Louis XIV., and a Duke of Richmond without a head. A vamper and varnisher was sent for, who soon turned the Duke of Cumberland, who had formerly hung up on a sign-post, into Sir Caleb's great-grandfather in a black wig and a suit of rich brocade. Sir Cloudsley was made an Alderman of. The Admiral's nose was rubbed over, and an exact resemblance to Sir Caleb was effected, so as to pass him off for a grand uncle. The Duke of Biron was introduced as a noble friend of the family, and the Cardinal was transformed into a Common Councilman, and presented to strangers as my Lady's relation. The Mareshall, Duc de Nivomois, was passed over as a foreign connexion. Louis XIV. was now dressed in the uniform of the Royal Artillery Company,

and shewn as a city cousin ; whilst the Duke of Richmond was converted into a Lady, and pointed to as the Lady of Sir Walter de Caxon, Knight, who came over with William the Conqueror; but at last the vamping and varnishing, and the genealogical touches cost so much, that the great bargains became heavy concerns; and, ere they were finished, Paddy O'Brush, the performer, a handsome County Cork private gentleman, brushed off with Miss Mariar, and extorted five thousand pounds from Sir Caleb to restore her, with the addition of himself, Larry O'Brush, and the pictures. A cottage was now to be taken for my sonin-law.

The want of occupation soon brought on a variety of complaints upon Sir Caleb Caxon, as he was neither an agriculturist nor sportsman; and he got so corpulent that the vis a vis could no longer admit of his being thrust in opposite his dear spouse. He bought a low pony, which threw him upon a dunghill. Young Caleb got deeply in debt, and resolved upon travelling: his creditors were paid, and he started for the Continent arrived at Venice, and falling out of a gondola, when half seas over, was drowned. Sir Caleb had no shop to amuse him: the game was up at his billiardtable his books only set him a sleep, for he could not read any thing with attention, save only a waste book or a newspaper. Lady Caxon proved unfaithful for want of something better to do, and the Knight died of a broken heart

"Qui fit Mæcenus ut nemo quam sibi sortem?
Seu ratio dederit, seu sors objecerit, illa

Contentus vivat."

Let the reader make out the rest. Let the moralist give what lesson he please, and the philosopher descant on the source of that vanity and vexation of spirit to which worthy Caxon was a victim. I, for my part, shall merely advise the tradesman to beware of ambition; the end of which must be,-misery and disgrace.

European Magazine.

SALVATOR ROSA.

SALVATOR, (according to Passeri,) though not above the middle stature, exhibited in his movements much grace and activity. His complexion, though dark, was of that true African colouring, which was far from displeasing; his eyes were of a deep blue and full of fire; his hair, black and luxuriant, fell in undulating rings over his shoulders. He dressed elegantly, but not in the court fashion; for he wore no gold lace or superfluous finery. Bold and prompt in discourse, he intimidated all who conversed with him, and none ventured openly to oppose him, because he was a tenacious and stern upholder of the opinions he advanced. In the discussion of precepts, erudition, and science, he kept clear, in the first instance, from the minutia of particulars, but, adhering to generals, he watched and seized his moment to rush into his subject, and make his point good. It was then he shewed himself well furnished for the discussion, and this little artifice

he practised with infinite skill. He had won over many friends and many partisans to his own way of thinking; and had also raised against him many enemies, who attacked his opinions. Between these parties disputes frequently arose in his assemblies, which sometimes led to scandalous ruptures.

His imitators have been countless; and it is supposed, that more than a fourth of the small landscapes ascribed to him, have been executed by those who rather exaggerated his faults, than copied his merits. Of those who closely followed him, both in his defects and his excellencies, the most justly celebrated is the Cavaliere Fidenza of Rome; but in all, the mastergenius, the power of invention was wanting; and the best were but tame and servile imitators of the great and unrivalled original.

While the public character, the person, manner, and exterior modes of Salvator Rosa, such as he appeared in what is called the world, have been treated with amplitude by Passeri, others of his biographers have entered more deeply into the domestic qualities, the temperament, and daily habits of the private individual: and the home character of genius is always interesting. A thousand individual traits in the various biographical details, and, above all, in the private letters of Salvator Rosa, speak a man full of those warm and zealous affections which convert predilection into passion, and tinge even the most moderate sentiments with the ardour of enthusiasm. Headlong in his enmities, as in his friendships, his bitterness to those he hated was finely contrasted by his tenderness to those he loved. In his private and domesticated manners, he is said to have