he got drunk sometimes." (interrupting): "Dear sir!" Johuson: "Neither was he scrupulous in his admiration of beauty." Boswell: "Dearest sir!" Jolinson: "Though what soever the frenzy of his inebriation, or the vagrancy of his nocturnal revels, he would hardly have mistakeu the plethora of an oyster-woman for a prohibited attraction. Well, well, sir, let us be mutually considerate. Let us be decent. To cut this matter short sir, I should be an omnibus." Boswell (with grateful earnestness): "May I presume, dear sir, to inquire the reason?" Johnson: "Sir 1 should not be a cart. That would be low. Neither should I aspire to be the triumphant chariot of an Alexander, nor the fune ral cart of a Napoleon. Posthumous knowledge has corrected those sympa thies with ambition. A gig is pert; a curricle concumbical; and the steam carriage is too violent, perturbed, and migratory. Sir, the omnibus for me, it suits with my past state and my present; with the predilections I have retained, and the humanities I have acquired. Sir, it even n.akes me beg pardon for what I have said of Wilkes. Morse omnibus communis. Like death, it is common to all, and gathers them into its friendly bosom, It is decent, and unpretending; no respector of persons; a king has been known to ride in it; and opposite him may have sat a republican weaver." Boswell: “But you would choose, sir, to be a London omuibus, rather than a Parisian one, or even a Litchfield?" Johnson (with bland indulgence): "Surely, sir; and to go up the Strand and Fleet street, and occasionally to stop at the Mitre. And, sir, I would not be driven by everybody, though I can now tolerate everybody. I would have a humane and respectable driver; an elderly man, sir; and my windows should be taken care of, that the people might not catch cold." Here Boswell, begging a thousand pardons, fwith shrugged shoul. ders, lifted eyebrows, and hands spread out in deprecation of offence, bursts, nevertheless, into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, at the idea of the solemn and illustrious Johnson converted into an omnibus. And the doctor, though a little angry at first, recollects his Elysian experiences, and at length contributes to a roar worthy of the inextinguishable laughter of the gods in

Johnson (subsiding into a measure of joviality): “Sir, it was ludicrops enough, if you consider it as a man; but if you consider it as a child or a divine person (to speak in the language of our new Plato) the subject will be invested with the mild gravity of an impartial universality. I see, however, that it will take many more draughts of Lethe, before you, Boswell, can get the fumes of the gold tavern wine out of your head; so let us consult your capabilities, and return to human measures of discourse ;-let us have reason once more, sir; for I see you wish me to say it), let us be good mortal jolly dogs, and bave t'other bottle." British Miscellany.

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LUXURY OF A PIPE.-Let those abuse that cheap luxury, a pipe of tobacco, who never knew the enjoyment of it. We would not quarrel with any man on this matter, although we are avowed worshippers of the "soothing weed," Dear old pipe! what happy hours hast thou and I spent together, in the still midnight, when the busy world slept, have we kept watch and close communion. We hatched no treasop—we did injury to no que; we rested lip on lip with sincere affection, and our loves but grew stronger through this renewal. Thou art a fond mistress, that cause me no jealousy-thy look and welcome are ever the same. parade not thy beauty before the world, and thou complainest not if I abandon thee for a time, I have ever found thee faithful. Thou hast been my comforter in sorrow: and when elated with joy, thy old familiar whisperinge have soon made me thoughtful. Thou art my wisest and best adviser. There as something venerable in thy brown and dim looks; the thought of long years are imprinted on thee; the musings of many a midnight are chronicled on thy huge bowl. The faces of dear old friends have passed in a long array before us, when we wore alone; we have mingled sighs and smiles together, which the world can never know of.

Thou hast endured much for me, my dear old pipe!—thou hast passed through fire and water for my sake. Thy voice is ever low, and I love to hear it, and I can regulate it at my will; at times it seems measured and solemn, as it keeps pace with my thoughts; and when the brain

rans riot, it comes laughing from thy lips in quick succession, and thy ebony end curls up its volumes in silent de. light, and we mingle our breath toge ther, and waste our efforts upon the empty air, while we make "ambrosial clouds." What shapes have I seen spring from thee?-forms of beauty ascending with their scarfs blown into arches as they rose with their floating drapery, then dwindled into air. Moun tains crowned with blue mist, with winding paths that seemed to lead into the clouds; valleys deep and purple; ocean depths, which no eye but our own looked down into, where the huge Bea-snake curled and moved in its watery cave, and looked as if its blue folds would girdle a world. What hours have we sat dreaming together, with half shut eyes, giving wink for wiak, as something new rose before us, and whispering in whiffs," lest our speaking aloud should break the spell! How our forefathers passed their long winter nights without such a companion as thou art, we know not. All great dis coveries came to light with thee. Our steam-ships and railways are but pipes set in motion; we pass over half the globe smoking. Let no man, then despise a pipe. Even the great Homer sent his heroes to battle with it; and Achilles "smoked along the plain." And now thou art out, I will rear thee gently on end, for I would not have those who love thee not grow wearyat bearing me praise thee, my deardreamy old friend. Gideon Giles the Roper.

CONFERENCE BETWEEN LADY JANE GREY AND BISHOP GARDENER.-The bishop, immediately proceeded to interrogate her on the articles of her faith; and being a man of profound learning, well versed in all the subtleties of scholastic dispute, he ought in every way to confound and perplex her. In this he was likewise assisted by Bonner and Feckenham, both of whots were, admirable theologians, and who proposed the most difficult questions to her. The conference lasted several hours, during which Jane sustained her part with admirable constancy-never losing a single point-but retorting upon her opponents questions, which they were unable to answer-displaying such a fund of erudition-such powers of argument--such close and clear reasoning—and such profound knowledge of the tenetsof her own faith and of theirs, that they were completely baffled and astounded. To a

long and eloquent address of Gardiner's she replied at equal length, and with these emphatic words-" My lord, Į have lived in the Protestant faith, and in that faith I will die. In these sad times, when the power of your church is in the ascendant, it is perhaps needful there should be martyrs in ours to prove our sincerity. Amongst these I skall glory to be numbered-happy in the thought that my firmness will be the means, in after ages, of benefiting the Protestant church. On this rock,” she continued, pointing to the Bible, which lay open before her-“ my re« ligion is built, and it will endure, when yours, which is erected on sandy founda. tions, shall be utterly swept away. In this sacred volume, I find every tenet of my creed, and I desire no other mediator between my Maker and my. self."-Tower of London, Part VI.

A chromatic slide trumpet, manu factured by Messrs. Robinson, Busswell, and Robinson, of Westmoreland-street, Dublin, is supposed to be the most beautiful and complete specimen of the kind yet manufactured in the United Kingdom. It is compased of silver, and its general construction resembles the slide trumpet now employed by concert-performers. It possesses, how ever, a marked superiority in the increased length of the slide, by which the performer is enabled to produce. (in addition to all the artificial notes, of the ordinary system) the low D, natural, F natural, and G sharp, and, we believe, even the low sharp. This is a great improvement, since the scale of the instrument is thus rendered perfect with the advantage of a much better tone than can be produced from a trumpet with valves.—Athenæum,

EXHAUSTION OF COAL,-In the sitting in the Model Room of the late meeting of the British Association, Dr. Buckland, speaking of the consumption of coal, said, his opinion was that of Dr. Watson-the day would come when, we shall have used all our coal. He described that not less than a million tons were wasted every year at New, castle by the slack, or very smail coal, thrown away He impressed it strongly upon the meeting to adopt the follow ing method of converting the small coal into a useable form:-With every ton of slack mix from 20 to 40 gallons of water, 40lbs of coal tar. 20ibs of lime powder, 2 cwt. of dried river mud, then form this compost into bricks.