hand, came to the ground, being at last determined to see the issue. He bad scarce encircled himself with a line of circumvallation, when his troublesome familiar came up to him, -he asked it, "In the name of God, who are you?" It answered, "I am David Sutor's brother; I killed a man more than thirty-five years ago, at a bush by east of the road, as you go into the isle." He said to it, David Sutor was a man, and you appear as a dog." It answered, "I killed him with a dog, and am made to speak out of the mouth of a dog, and I tell you to go bury these bones." This coming to the ears of the minister of Blair, the Lairds Glascloon and Rychalzie, and about forty men, went together to the said isle, but after opening ground in several places, found no bones.

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On the second of December, about midnight, when William was in bed, it came to his door, and said, "Come away, you will find the bones at the side of the withered bush, and there are but eight left;" and told him at the same time, for a sign, that he would find the print of a cross impressed on the ground. Next day William and his brother, with about forty or fifty people, who had convened out of curiosity, came to the place, where they discovered the bush and the cross by it; and upon digging the ground about a foot down, found the eight bones; all which they immediately wrapped in clean linen, and, being put in a coffin, with mort-cloth over it, were interred that evening in the church-yard of Blair, attended by abont 100 persons.

N.B. This David Sutor listed for a soldier, and went abroad about the year 1697.

LILY, the astrologer, in his book entitled "Monarchy or no Monarchy in England,” printed in quarto, 1651, having mentioned the Duke of Buckingham, writes as follow:

"Since I am upon the death of Buckingham, I shall relate a true story of his being admonished often of the death he should die, in this

manner: An aged gentleman, one Parker, as I now remember, having formerly belonged unto the Duke, or of great acquaintance with the Duke's father, and now retired, had a demon appeared several times to him, in the shape of Sir George Villiers, the Duke's father. This dæmon walked many times in Parker's bedchamber, without any action of terror, noise, hurt, or speech; but, at last, one night, broke out in these words,— 'Mr. Parker, I know you loved me formerly, and my son George at this time. I would have you go from me (you know me very well to be old Sir George Villiers of Leicestershire), and acquaint him with these and these particulars, &c.; and that he above all refrain the counsel and company of such and such (whom he then nominated), or else he would come to destruction, and that suddenly.'— Parker, though a very discreet man, partly imagined himself in a dream all this time, and being unwilling to proceed upon no better grounds, forebore addressing himself to the Duke; for, he conceived, if he should acquaint him with the words of his late father, and the manner of his appearance to him (such apparations being not usual), he should be laughed at, and thought to doat, in regard he was aged. Some few nights passed without further trouble to the old man, but not very many nights afterwards old Sir George Villiers appeard again, walked quick and furiously in the room, seemed angry with Parker, and at last said, Mr. Parker, I thought you had been my friend so much, and loved my son George so well, that you would have acquainted him with what I desired, but I know you have not done it. By all the friendship that ever was betwixt you and me, and the great respect you bear my son, I desire you to deliver what I formerly commanded you.'— The old man, seeing himself thus solicited, promised the dæmon he would, but first argued it thus; that the Duke was not easy to be spoken withal, and that he would account him a vain man to come with such a

message from the dead, nor did he conceive the Duke would give any credit to him; to which the dæmon thus answered, If he will not believe you have this discourse from me, tell him of such a secret (and named it), which he well knows none in the world ever knew but myself and him.' Mr. Parker, being now well satisfied that he was not asleep, and that the apparition was not a vain delusion, took a fit opportunity, and seriously acquainted the Duke with his father's words, and the manner of his apparition.

"The Duke laughed heartily. at this relation, which put old Parker to a stand; at last he assumed courage, and told the Duke, that he acquainted his father's ghost with what he now found to be true, viz.: that his communication would meet with scorn and derision. But, my lord,' said he, your father bid me acquaint you by this token, and he said it was such as none in the world, except your two selves, did yet know.' Hereat the Duke was amazed, and much astonished; but took no warning or notice thereof, keeping the same company still, advising with such counsellors and performing such actions as his father, by Parker, commanded him not.

Shortly after, old Sir George Villiers, in a very quiet but sorrowful manner, appeared again to Parker, and said, 'Mr. Parker, I know you have delivered my words to George, my son, and I thank you for so doing; but he slighted them, and now I only request this more at your hands-that once again you repair to my son, and tell him that if he will not amend, and follow the counsel I have given him, this knife or dagger (and with that he pulled a knife or dagger from under his gown) shall end him. And do you, Mr. Parker, set your house in order, for you shall die at such a time. Mr. Parker once more engaged, though very unwillingly, to acquaint the Duke with the last message, and did so; but the Duke desired him to trouble him no further with such messages and dreams, and

told him, he perceived he was now an old man and doated.

"Within a month after, meeting Mr. Parker on Lambeth bridge, the Duke said,Now, Mr. Parker, what say you of your dream?' who only returned, Sir, I wish it may never have success. But within six months after, he was stabbed with a knife, according to his father's admonition; and Mr. Parker died soon after he had seen the dream or vision fulfilled."

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I WILL now subjoin an authentic relation, which Mr. Beaumont tells us, in his book of Genii, or Familiar Spirits," printed in the year 1705, he had just before received from the mouth of the then Bishop of Glouces ter. It is as follows, word for word:

"Sir Charles Lee, by his first lady, had only one daughter, of which she died in child-bed. When she died, her sister, the Lady Everard, desired to have the child, and she was, by her, very well educated, till she was marriageable. A match was concluded for her with Sir William Perkins, but was then prevented in an extraordinary manner.

Upon a Thursday night, she, thinking she saw a light in her bedchamber, after she was in bed, knocked for her maid, who presently came to her, and was asked why she left a candle burning in her chamber? The maid said there was none but what she brought with her at that time. Then, she said, it was the fire; but that, the maid told her, was quite out, and said she believed it was only a dream; whereupon she said it might be so, and composed herself again to sleep. But about two of the clock she was awakened again, and saw the apparition of a little woman, between her curtain and her pillow, who told her that she was her mother, that she was happy,-and that by twelve of the clock of that day she should be with her.

"Whereupon she knocked again for her maid, called for her clothes, and when she was dressed, went into her closet, and came not out again till

nine, and then brought out with her a letter sealed, for her father, gave it to her aunt, the Lady Everard, told her what had happened, and desired, that as soon as she was dead, it might be sent to him; but the lady thought she was suddenly fallen mad, and thereupon sent presently away to Chelmsford for a physician and surgeon, who both came immediately; but the physician could discern no indication of what the lady imagined, or of any indisposition. Notwithstanding, the lady would needs have her let blood, which was done accordingly. When the young woman had patiently let them do what they could with her, she desired that the chaplain might be called to read prayers, and when prayers were ended, she took her guitar and played and sung so melodiously, that her musicmaster, who was then there, admired at it.

"Near the stroke of twelve, she sat down in an arm-chair, and, breathing a heavy sigh, immediately expired, and was so suddenly cold as was wondered at by the physician and surgeon.

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Transatlantic Varieties,

Or Selections from
AMERICAN JOURNALS.

NO. XIX.

RICH REWARD.-We transcribe the following advertisement from the Washington National Intelligencer" of Jan. 3, 1821. The tempting inducement held out in the concluding paragraph, doubtless operated as an irresistible "stimulus to the detection" of the offenders alluded to:

"Beware of an Impostor! "A man by the name of Charles C. P. Crosby, of Montpelier, Vermont, is now traversing the country towards the south, with a waggon load of spurious Bilious Pills, under my name, being counterfeit imitations of my genuine "Patent New-London Bilious Bills," deceiving the public with them, having fac-simile

copies of my envelope direction, with my name and stamp imitated. Drug gists and others will be upon their guard, the said Crosby having no au thority to vend my pills in any manner; and they will please to take notice, that the Pills thus hawked about the country are not from my Factory, where only they are made genuine.

"I will give a reward of one groce of my genuine Pills to any person who will inform me, by letter, of any

person or persons retailing, or vending in any manner, Pills under my name, NOT prepared by me, the vender knowing them to be such. The names of the informers will be kept secret if requested.

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SAML. H. P. LEE, Physician and Fellow of the

"Conn. Med. Convention. "N.B. The genuine preparation is to be had of Edward Stables, Alexandria, and John Little, George

town.

REPUBLICAN HUMANITY.. The Outario Repository" of June 19, 1821, after detailing the particulars given on the trial of two Indians, inthe District of Illinois, for murder, gives the following revolting description of the manner in which they were treated previous to being tried:

"These unfortunate Indians were brought down from fort Armstrong, last fall, by Col. Leavenworth, late commandant of that post, and delivered to the civil authority at Edwardsville, and from that place were transferred to the Belleville jail. At that time they were hearty robust men-now they are scarcely able to stand or move. So great was the difference in their present and former appearance, that Col. Leavenworth considered it his duty to inquire into the cause. This was done in the presence of Henry Connar, Esq., Marshal of this district, Major Biddle, of the army, and a number of the most respectable citizens of this town.

"Upon being interrogated, the Indians complained very much of their

treatment while at Belleville; they stated, that during the last inclement winter they had no fire; that no bedding of any description had been furnished them; and that they had been compelled to lie upon the hard floor, with only their blankets for a covering. According to their account, they have generally received, for their daily allowance, only a small piece of corn bread, of the size of a small biscuit, and half that quantity of meat; and at one time, for three days and nights, received neither food nor water! Do we call ourselves a Christian nation? Do we boast of our humanity our justice? Were these men in the custody of American people and American laws? If this is true, in what do our prisons differ from those of the Spanish Inquisition; or ourselves from those nations which we are pleased to call barbarous and uncivilized? Should we be weighed in the balance, we are fearful, in this instance of our humanity, we should be found wanting."

FPITAPH ON AN OLD MISER. Here lies thirty-three and a third per

cent.

The more he had got, the more he lent; The more he got, the more he crav'd; Good Lord! can such a soul be sav'd?

(Ibid.)

HALF-AND-HALF.-A gentleman at our office door has just told the following anecdote, which is too good

to be lost;

Some raftmen (Yankees of course) being obliged to return home without selling their lumber, were out of cash, and had no mode of replenishing their whiskey runlet. Let me have it,' says one, I'll try what I can do. So putting in half a gallon of water, he stepped into a store in Harrisburgh, and asked for half a gallon of whiskey, which was measured and poured in. You must wait until we come down again for your pay,' said the raftman; we have left our lumber, and shall return next week.'

The d- take you first!' said the storekeeper; I will not trust you a

hap'orth.' 'You'll then have to take your whiskey back,' said the fellow. So the storekeeper measured back his half gallon of grog, and the raftman joined his companions with two quarts of half-and-half.-(Ibid.) MATRIMONIAL FELICITY.-The following advertisement appeared in a Concord paper some twenty years since, and was then copied into the N. H. Centinel. Once in about six or eight years some one sets it agoing; and for the third or fourth time it is now travelling its rounds as an original. The lines were written by J. M. Sewall, the New-Hampshire Poet,

and are to be found in his volume of Miscellaneous Poems, printed in 1801.

“Whereas I, Daniel Clay, through misrepresentation, was induced to post my wife Rhoda in the papers— now beg leave to inform the public, that I have again taken her to wife, after setiling all our domestic broils in an amicable manner; so that every thing as usual goes on like clockwork.

Divorc'd, like scissors rent in twain,
Each mourn'd the rivet out;
Now whet and rivetted again,
They'll make the old shears cut."
(ibid.)

MAXIM.-Life itself is neither good nor evil; but only a place for good and evil. It is a kind of tragiccomedy-let it be well acted, and no matter whether it be long or short,

(Ibid.)

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The buskin'd Muse shall next my pen employ:

The boxes from their inmost rows shall sigh;

The pit shall weep, the galleries deplore

Such moving woes as ne'er were heard before:

Enough-I'll leave them in their soft hysterics,

Mount, in still brighter blaze, and dazzle

with Homerics.

Then, while my name runs ringing through Reviews,

And maids, wives, widows, smitten with my Muse,

Assail me with platonic billet-deux, From this subarban attic I'll dismount, With Coutts or Barclays open an account;

Rang'd in my mirror, cards, with bright gilt ends,

Shall show the whole nobility my friends. That happy host with whom I choose to dine,

Shall make set-parties, give his choicest wine;

And age and infancy shall gape to see Whene'er I walk the street, and whisper "That is he !"

Poor youth! he prints-and wakes, to

sleep no more.

The world goes on, indifferent, as be

fore;

And the first notice of his metric skill Comes in the likeness of his printer's bill;

Topen soft notes no fair enthusiasts stir, Except his laundress, and who values her?

'None but herself; for tho' the bard may burn

Her note, she still expects one in return. The luckless maiden, all unblest shall [dry.

sigh;

ter;

His pocket tome hath drawn his pocket His tragedy expires in peals of laugh[hereafter,And that soul-thrilling wish-to live Gives way to one as hopeless quite, 1 [while here. And far more needful-how to live Where are ye now, divine illusions all! Cheques, dinners, wines, admirers great

fear,

and small!

Chang'd to two followers, terrible to see, Who dog him where he walks, and whisper "That is he !"

T. GENT.

Printed and l'ublished by T. WALLIS, Camden Town.