My Brother John was forced to go,
And he lies by her side."

16.

"How many are you then," said I,
"If they two are in heaven ?"
The little maiden did reply:

"O Master! we are seven."

17.

"But they are dead, those two are dead!
Their spirits are in heaven: "

Twas throwing words away; for still
The little Maid would have her will,
And said, "Nay, we are seven !"

CXIV. Anecdotes of the Rev. T. Barker.

He was once in company with an officer, who had let out that he had killed a gentleman of Ipswich in a duel; Mr Barker invited him to dine with him on the following day, Sunday, that he might hear him preach. The invitation was accepted, but when Mr B. ascended the pulpit, and gave out his text, with a slight variation from the received version, Wilt thou slay me as thou didst the Ipswichian (Egyptian) yesterday ? ' the officer was thunderstruck.

He had once a very rich manure heap, and used to say that the farmers of Cherry-Burton were so eager to get possession it, that they offered to eat one half of it, if he would give the other half to them.

He had a female servant, who married a man that was shortly after the marriage chosen to serve in the militia. His intimacy with Mr Bethell, who was the Colonel of the Regiment, induced him to try to get the husband excused from serving; he accor

dingly proceeded to Mr Bethell's seat at Rise, and, as the Colonel was at Scarborough, proceeded thither, and succeeded in effecting his object. As he was entering the Rectory, on his return to Cherry-Burton, his man-servant met him at the gate, and said with a woeful countenance, Lord, Sir, I have some bad news to tell you, the haystack has fallen down.' 'Never heed,' replied MR BARKER, I have some good news to prop it up, I have got the man off.'

He was highly amused with a little boy of the village, who had done him some small service, and whom he invited into his parlour, that he might reward him with a glass of wine, and a biscuit; he poured out a glass of wine, and taking a biscuit out of a saucer, was going to restore it to the cubbard, when the boy looked up and said, 'You need not to cubbard them, I shall want some more.'

He was told by a gentleman in anger that his gown protected him, but Mr Barker replied, 'Sir, you lie, it protects you and not me.'

CXIV. Tiger-boy, &c.

G. W. M. Reynolds had a tiger-boy about eleven years of age, an imaginative genius; his master found three or four knives and forks, rusted in the garden; he asked him how that came to pass? Lord bless you, Sir,' said he, 'those mischievous ducks, if I do but leave them a minute, fetch the articles away, and bury them in the soil!' When the ducks were killed, he very coolly said to his master, 'The ducks, Sir, will now steal no more knives and forks!' When he was one day sent to Mr Thoms's printing-office, he staid four hours, and when Mr Reynolds asked him why he had been so long? Why,

Sir,' replied he, as fast as I went forward, the wind blew me back again!'

The elder daughter of E. H. Barker, when she was about ten years of age, observed in a remote corner of a field some remains of snow, though the snow had disappeared from every other part of the ground; and she said playfully, 'Lady Linger, with her white finger.'

CXVI. Archbishop Herring.

Archbishop Herring had the Living of Barley in Norfolk, where lived Sir Peter Soame, who was annoyed by the Archbishop being too good a shot. To get rid of him, he silently pushed the Archbishop's promotion and succeeded in getting for him the Living of St Giles, which required residence, and took him away from Barley. Herring suspected (or was told by a third person,) to whom he was indebted for the advancement, and humorously toasted his patron, Sir Peter Soame, who was told of this, chagrined at it, and said that Herring was as great a fool as the Archbishop [who gave the Living to him.]

G. A. Browne told this to me.

Query Is St Giles's in the gift of the Archbishop?

CXVII.

To get forward, get forward; this simply I mean,
He stands fair for a Bishop, who once is a Dean.

CXVIII. Sheridan.

A party of SHERIDAN's friends insisted on seeing him to his home, when he was very tipsy. When they reached the street, leading to the Square, in which he lived, he required them to leave him; they did so, but after they had proceeded a short distance, turned round, and saw him standing where they had left him, and using his umbrella like a person, who is counting objects before him. They said, 'What on earth, SHERRY, are you about?' 'Do you not see,' said he, 'that all the houses in the Square are going round and round? Well, I am waiting till mine comes by, and then I shall just step in.'

CXIX. EPITAPH ON MATTHEW PRIOR.

Lo, here, good reader, by your leave,
Beneath this stone lies Matthew Prior;

The son of Adam and of Eve,

Let Bourbon or Nassau go higher!

CXX. A Puritan.

"Here follows the Description of a Puritan, (as they are

now termed,) by profane Papists and Atheists, etc.

Long hath it vext our learned age to scan,
Who rightly might be termed a Puritan.

A PURITAN, both Layicke and Divine,
I will according to my skill define.

A PURITAN is he that, when he prayes,

His rowling eyes up to the heavens doth rayse.

A Puritan is he that cannot fare

To decke his round head with a bonnet square,
Whose Turkey robe, in his faire furred traine
Above his anckle, turneth up againe :
That at his belt a buffe-clad Bible beares,
Stampt with the true Genevah characters:
Whose thin-beat volume scorneth to admit

The bastard monuments of humane writ:
Whose haire and ruffes dare not his eares exceed;
That on high Saints' dayes weares his working weed:
That crosses each doth hate save on his pence,

And loathes the publicke rope of pennitence:
That in his censure each alike gainsayes,
Poets in pulpits, holy writ in playes,
Roodes in the windows, and the marriage-ring,
The churching, vaile and midwives christening.
A Puritan is he that listeth not to pray
'Gainst thunder in the coldest winter day.
A Puritan is he that quite denyes

The help of Angels to a benefice :

That cannot brooke a deputy, to serve

And feed himselfe, but let his people starve:
That loves alike an organ in a quire,

As th' elephant delights a swine to hear:
That never in his life did kneele before
The gate of a Cathedrall-chancell dore.
A Puritan is he that cannot dine

Nor sup without a double grace divine.
A Puritan is he that through the yeare

Two Lords day sermons doth either preach or heare. A Puritan is he that will not lend

A gamefull oath to his distressed friend.

A Puritan is he that for no need

Will serve the time, and great men's humors feed: That doth the selfe-accusing oath refuse:

That hates the ale-house, and a stage, and stews.

A Puritan is he, whose austere life

Will not admit a mistris, and a wife:

That when his betters sweare, doth bite the lip,
Nor will be drunken for good-fellowship.
That wisheth for the amendment of the best,
Blames the least ill, and doth the worst detest.