Heard'st thou that groan, proceed no further, Poems ascribed to R. Burns, the Ayrshire Bard, Not contained in any Edition of his Works hitherto published, Glasgow, 1801, 8vo. p. 54. CXXIII. Suetonius. Dr Philemon Holland, the translator of Livy, Pliny, and Suetonius, had this epigram written on him, Philemon with's Translations doth so fill us, He will not let SUETONIUS be TRANQUILLus. JOHN AUBREY'S Letters written by Eminent Persons, LOND. 1813. V. 2. P. 2. p. 397. CXXIV. Erskine-Buckles. One of the happiest hits ever made at the Bar was made at ERSKINE in the days of his renown. He was arguing on a patent right relative to some new kind of buckles; his opponent, MINGAY, strongly contended that the invention was worth nothing. Erskine started up, and said in a solemn tone:-'I said, and say again, that our ancestors would have looked on this invention as singularly ingenious,-they would have been astonished at these buckles.' Gentlemen of the Jury,' said MINGAY, with equal solemnity, 'I say nothing of my ancestors; but I am convinced that my learned friend's ancestors would have been much more astonished at his shoes and stockings. The Court burst into a roar. May 28, 1837. CXXV. Percival-Shepherd, &c. KING'S BENCH May 27, 1837. I had much conversation with MR MOORE. EDWARD PERCIVAL, I believe the Clerical son of Dr Percival of Manchester, was a pupil of Dr Shepherd of Liverpool, who was a very strict disciplinarian; Edward had received too many proofs of it not to harbour with his disposition a thought of revenge. He heard that the "Life of Poggio" was forthcoming; got possession of a copy as soon as it appeared, wrote a Critique for the Edinburgh, of which a No. was just coming out, and to the great surprise and annoyance of Shepherd sent to him a Manuscript copy of the Critique in his own hand, and with his name attached; a few days afterwards the Critique itself appeared. Shepherd's book was shelved, he lost £1500,- and was sorely grieved. He told a pleasant story of a gentleman at LIVERPOOL, who was observed to pocket a silver-spoon; another gentleman, who observed it, immediately took a spoon, and put it in the front-button-holes of his coat; a third gentleman asked the latter why he did that? when he replied that he had as much right to do that, as the gentleman had to put a spoon in his pocket. TAYLOR, the WHITWORTH-Doctor, was a Farrier, or Veterinary Surgeon, not a Blacksmith. MR DAVIES, a Clerical prisoner in the BENCH, told to me that MAJOR AUBREY wrote the little book on Whist, advertised as written by Major A-, and also wrote the little book on Politeness or Good-breeding, (some such title,) by 'Aywyós. He was a very good-natured man; one night at Graham's he lost £35,000, went to see a friend in OXFORDSHIRE, told his friend that he must not expect to see him again for 12 months. However, he reappeared in a week, driving up in a carriage and four; when his friend expressed surprise. It is all right, says he, now, I won £40,000 the other night. He died some time ago. MR DAVIES Succeeded to Mr Heber's rooms at Oxford. He intimated that there were other matters against him besides that of Hartshorne. COPLESTONE was travelling in a Coach, and had with him a Portmanteau or Trunk with his name on it; a fellow passenger observed this, and began talking to him about his Sermons on Predestination. Coplestone saw the nature of the man, and tried in vain to stop the conversation by saying that a Stage-coach was not the right place for theological discussion. The man persevered, and declared that he quite agreed with the BISHOP. But, said the Bp., I omitted one argument, which I ought to have introduced: - What was that? Tov &'anaμeißóδ ̓ ἀπαμειβό μevos, x. τ. λ. replied the Bp.- Aye, very true, says the fellowtraveller. MR DAVIES learnt the story from MR. DEANE, Head of one of the Colleges in OXFORD. He mentioned the case of GREY BENNETT. The man who made the charge, wanted to proceed against him on the Sunday; there was just time for the Magistrate to give a hint to him; he treated the charge with great levity, but the Magistrate said that it was a serious charge, must be dealt with accordingly, and if MR G. B. were not perfectly conscious of innocence, he had better bolt before 10 of the clock next morning. Accordingly he did dissappear. He says that JAMES WHITE, a Scotchman, wrote part of the "Noctes Ambrosiana" in Blackwood's Magazine. MR MOORE says that Old ANTHONY HINTON is still living, aged 94 or 95, and his brother, a Clergyman, is with him. He is the very person, who is mentioned in the Notices of EUGENE ARAM, and he has promised to apply for information. He thinks that DR JOHN JOHNSTONE died worth £50,000. He says that, if you throw an apple at a man, he closes his legs to catch it; if you throw it at a woman, she opens her legs to catch it [in her lap.] The other night, GEO. MERREL, the Quaker draper, who is in the prison, was getting the worst of an argument with Rowland, his fellow-prisoner, about eels, their properties, and habits, and mode of generation; a small pause ensued, when I said, "I will tell you what, MR MERREL, you are now on slippery ground," which produced a roar of laughter, and closed the subject. CXXVI. THE BURIAL OF SIR J. MOORE. NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, We buried him darkly at dead of night, No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet or in shroud we wound him; Few and short were the prayers we said, We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, But half of our heavy task was done, [head, When the clock struck the hour for retiring; Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; The author of this beautiful and deservedly celebrated poem was the Rev. Charles Wolfe: it was for a long time ascribed to Lord Byron; but the latter disclaimed the authorship, and it was at last attributed to its true author. The works of the Rev. C. Wolfe have been published in one volume: but they contain nothing of value except this poem- a rare instance of a poet concentrating all his powers for a single effort and that effort so short. [E. H. B. 1837.] CXXVII. Mrs Clark, &c. When the notorious MARY ANN CLARKE was a witness in a cause, the flippant counsel, who was cross-examining her, asked, |