EARN. I have not been at Town of late, and so am without any, but I'le see what I can get against the next time. I believe we shall have a plentiful Crop. Printed for B. Tooke, 1682.

[This dialogue was printed on a single leaf in double columns, small folio: it was given to me by

It is

No 72 of some periodical work or other, the name of which is unknown to me. E. H. B. 1835].

LIX. Miss Brasse.

Miss Brasse spilled a glass of wine, when she was 8 years old; the Rev. J. A. Giles was sitting near her, and observed that it was an unladylike thing; not so unladylike, replied she, to spill the wine, as it is ungentlemanlike in you to tell me of it.

LX. Lucian on Usurers.

Lucian affirms the souls of usurers, after their death, to be metempsychosed or translated into the bodies of asses, there to remain for poor men to take their penny-worths out of their bones and sides with the cudgel and spur. PEACHAM.

LXI. Wandering Willie.

Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie;

What gars ye wander sae weary and lane?

Is there ony would hurt, is there ony would kill ye?

Hae ye nae bonnie bairns, and hame hae ye nane? Whar is there rest for poor wandering Willie ?

Mony would hurt him and mony would kill, And what for should he have a hame and a pillow, While Charlie maun sleep on the moss or the hill? Mony a bold heart is cold on Culloden;

Mony that died for their prince and their king; My ain bonnie bairns by cowards are trodden :

Death brings me nae sorrows; a hame it will bring, Oh, give us our ain, and our bonnie Prince Charlie, Oh, give us the white rose to flourish again :

And wha would die blither than wandering Willie?

To three-fifths of what runs in one's head,
When we are not thinking about it,
Add three-fifths of a man, who, 'tis said,

Liv'd two centuries- tho' I much doubt it.

Five-sevenths of a place that's much sought,
When folks are to salt water sent;

And half what folks who there resort
Must do when all their money 's spent:
Then half what women love to do
Will give the second name quite true.

If to these names a third you lack,
Think of all colours saving black;
Think of the frigid land that owns
The hardy Laplanders as sons :
And trackless wilds hid deep below
The pure, unsullied, spotless snow:
Think of the hecatombs that bled
To calm the manes of the dead;
Or those who fell in pagan times,
To expiate a monarch's crimes.

Mark, as you o'er your garden tread,
The modest lily droop its head:
And, as you view the painted ground,
See York's pale ensign wave around.
Then let your vivid fancy stray
Thro' the ethereal, milky way.
Think of an angel's lucid dress,
Or let a ghost your thoughts possess,
And let your fancy rest upon
The downy plumage of a swan.
Think of a fair and artless maid,
In robes of innocence array'd,

Her friends' best hope and dearest care,
Who joy to think her good as fair.
And would you give the trump of fame
Loudly to sound her mystic name;
Behold, in this poor scrawl of mine
To form each word of every line
That word and its reverse combine.

Or

Take the pale sheet on which I write,
And fix thereon the name of

LXIII. Dreams.

LONDON, Oct. 10, 1835. Some few days ago DYCE said that he had been to a ball, and returned home about three in the morning, went to bed, and dreamt that his father had had a paralytic stroke; nothing had occurred during the day to put him in mind of father or mother, and he should have thought his father a very unlikely man to be so affected; he is no believer in dreams, and no speculator in such matters. However, when the post arrived, a Letter came from his mother to inform him that his father had been so seized.

DYCE's friend, the REV. ARTHUR JOHNSON, told him that MR ANDREW KNIGHT dreamt that his son, an only son by wh ose death large estates would pass away,would be accidentally shot or was shot, and in the morning told his son of the dream, and begged him not to go out with his gun; the son smiled, and said that he would certainly not go out with his gun, if his father wished him to remain at home "But," said he, "do you object to my going out with the hounds?" "No," said the father. The son set out, and proceeding along a laurel bush or hedge, near some friends who were shooting, and did not perceive him, all on a sudden a gun was discharged, he exclaimed, “Oh Kinnersley, I am shot; " the friends came up and expressed their concern, and offered to send for assistance, but Knight said that it was all over, and expired.

MR STEWART, the EDINBURGH bookseller, was saying to me Oct. 9th at PICKERING'S that HOGG, the SCOTCH Poet, who is editing an edition of BURNS, would not admit that the COTTER'S SATURDAY-NIGHT by BURNS was so very fine a Poem; I told to him that I would not undertake to dispute a point of taste with a HOG!

LXIV. PORSON.

LONDON, Oct. 10, 1835. Drank tea at PICKERING'S, where I met BASIL MONTAGU. He spoke of GEORGE DAWE the Artist as a very mean fellow. He intimated that he had done something queer in the disposal of his property. A friend of MR MONTAGU was represented to be dying; GEO. D. manifested uncommon eagerness to be permitted to sit by his bedside, MR M. thought that this was a gleam of light shooting across the desert of his heart, but he found that his real object was to watch the variations of countenance, and note the expressions of agony. The DUKE of GLOUCESTER manifested a desire to SIK GEORGE TUTHILL to be taken over a lunatic asylum; SIR GEORGE

assented, and the DUKE questioned one of the patients; the man said that he did not like to be questioned, and above all he did not like to be questioned by SILLY BILLY.

A few days ago (Thursday the 8th) I breakfasted with MR STEWART, (of the Firm, MACHLACHLAN and STEWART of EDINBURGH) and he said that once, when he was looking at some prints in the shop-window of MoON of THREADNEEDLE ST. he heard an ENGLISHMAN say, "A damned fine girl that;" "IRISHMAN, "Let us buy something to get a near sight of her; SCOTCHMAN, "No, it will do to ask change for half a crown.'

The book, which THOS. TAYLOR wanted to borrow from DR BURNEY, was SIMPLICIUS" on the Categories." DYCE mentioned to him a passage in DIONYSIUS PERIEGETES, when he repeated from memory a considerable number of lines.

LXV. MEMORY.

LONDON, Oct. 13, 1835. BASIL MONTAGUE says that there is a chapter on memory in FULLER's Holy and Profane State. PORSON once in his presence read a page or two of a book, and repeated it from memory. Some one in the company said that was very well, but it would be wonderful to repeat it backwards. PORSON began, and got through, omitting only two words.

In his latter moments a schoolmaster came in and was talking to PERRY about some Greek passage, when PORSON said, 'You are wrong, Sir.' The Schoolmaster, looking at PORSON'S shabby attire and meagre appearance, was surprised, and looked up and quietly asked PERRY who he was? PERRY told him, when he took his hat and departed, without encountering the discussion of the subject.

The Ordinary in Newgate, intrusted with the distribution of Bibles, always gave a bible to a condemned felon, calculating on receiving it back, and making a profit by the sale.