persons, and the circumstances; all together had such power over organs which seemed for a long time to have been closed up and stiffened by despair, that the tears flowed in abundance, and did not cease for several days. This crisis saved the princess, who was afterwards completely restored by the enchanting tones of Piccini. Raff, who was soon celebrated as the first tenor voice of Germany, and even of Italy, accepted afterwards the place of chapel singer to the Elector palatine, whose court he followed to Munich, at which place he died, far advanced in years, in 1783. A TIMELY ADMONITION. LORD C—, with many amiable virtues, and many brilliant accomplishments, had a most unfortunate propensity to gaming; in one night he lost three-andthirty thousand pounds to the late General Scott. Mortified at his ill-fortune, he paid the money, and wished to keep the circumstance secret; it was, however whispered in the polite circles; and his lordship, to divert his chagrin, a few nights after, slipped on a domino, and went to a masquerade at Carlisle house. He found all the company running after three Irish ladies of the name of G -e, in the character of the Three Weird Sisters. These ladies were so well acquainted with every thing that was going on in the great world, that they kept the room in a continued roar by the brilliancy of their bon mots, and the tersness of their applications to some persons of rank who were present. They knew Lord C-,and they knew of his loss, though he did not know them. He walked up to them, and in a solemn tone of voice, addressed them as follows "Ye black and midnight hags,-what do ye do? And tell if good or ill my steps await." First Witch. "All hail, C-e! all hail to thee! Once annual lord of thousands thirty-three!" Second Witch. "All hail, C-e! all hail to thee! All hail; though poor thou soon shalt be!" Sheds baleful influence-Oh, beware! Beware the Thane! beware the SCOTT; He'll drain thy youth as dry as hay- At the concluding word, whirling a watchman's rattle which she held in her hand, the dome echoed with the sound; the astonished peer shrunk into himself with terror-retired-vowed never to lose more than a hundred pound at a sitting, abided by his determination, and retrieved his fortune.. BRECHTER. BRECHTER, a literary and clerical character of Germany, was in his youth under the necessity of enlisting in the troop of a travelling quack, in which he filled the office of jack pudding. Blezinger, of Konigsbrunn, in Wirtemberg, liberated him from this disgraceful post, took him into his house, and sent him to the university. When Brechter was afterwards recom- · mended to the curacy of Biberach, and was preaching his probation sermon, it happened that his former master was at the church, with his landlord. On observing the quack wiping his eyes, the landlord asked him why he wept. "Ah!" said he, " that gentleman was once my jack pudding, and never in my life shall I get such another." This unlucky adventure stopped Brechter's promotion for that time, though he was more fortunate in his next attempt. DRAWING THE LONG BOW. A TRAVELLER, who, like baron Munchausen, dealt much in the marvellous, related, that in Portugal there was fine sport in shooting at pigeons, which, he said, sometimes flew in such large flocks as to darken the air. "Did you kill any of them when you fired at them?" asked his friend. "No," said the traveller, "I did not kill any, because I fired rather too low; but I brought down about half a peck of their legs." "From hence (Dunmallet) saw the lake open directly "at my feet, majestic in its calmness, clear and smooth as "a blue mirror, with winding shores and low points of " land covered with green enclosures, white farm houses "looking out among the trees, and cattle feeding. The "water is almost every where bordered with cultivated "lands, gently sloping upwards, from a mile to a quarter "of a mile in breadth, till they reach the feet of the "mountains, which rise very rude and awful with their "broken tops on either hand." GRAY. HAVING arrived at Penrith, on our way to Ullswater, early in the afternoon, we had leisure to survey this small town. It consists chiefly of one street, running north and south. There are many well built houses, and two of the best inns in the north of England. On the east of this town, and nearly adjoining the road from it to Ullswater, are the remains of its castle, which consist merely of fragments of the walls, now made use of as sheds for cattle: but what remains shews it to have been a place of considerable strength; and even now it gives the town a majestic appearance, when viewed from the west. It stands on a slight eminence, fortified by a rampier and a very deep ditch: it is built, like all the houses in the neighbourhood, of red freestone. In the church-yard are two large stone pillars, each about four yards in height, and five yards distant from each other, which bear the marks of great antiquity. Quitting Penrith the next morning, we proceeded through a well cultivated country, divided into small inclosures; and, leaving a beautiful looking village called Stainton, on the right, entered into the park surrounding the elegant mansion-house of Dalemain, the seat of Edward Hasell, Esq.; passing which, in a short No. 41. A A time, the lake burst upon our view in all its stupendous grandeur: not a breath of wind ruffled the still surface of its waters, and it stood like a polished mirror, reflecting all the brilliancy of the surrounding objects. In the foreground the little conical hill, Dunmallet, covered with wood, and on whose top are some Drui dical remains, intercepts the view of the northern side of the lake: on the opposite side rises the "heavy backed" Swarth-Fell, on whose steep side were browsing a few mountain sheep. Between its base and the lake lies a narrow slip of cultivated land, studded here and there with cottages, every one of which has its orchard or garden. In front Hallen Hagg presents his rugged forehead, and, projecting into the lake, bounds the view of its first reach. Having gazed at this scene as long as our time would allow, we proceeded across Pooley Bridge, over the river Eamont, which issues out of the lake to a village of the same name, where we found very comfortable accommodation at an inn, kept by a little fat landlord named Russel. We dispatched our horses forward to Patterdale, and engaged a sinall pleasure boat, in which we were soon rowed into the middle of the lake by Tommy Bewsher, who boasts of having had the honour of plying the oar for many titled visitors of this enchant ing scene. The lake is scarcely a mile broad in any part of it, and is about nine miles long. Its shape is very like the letter Z, each reach being about three miles long. We sailed over the smooth surface of the first reach, till we arrived at its western boundary, Hallen Hagg, where we landed, and proceeded on foot, by an almost Alpine pass, into a vale, between Swarth-fell and Hallen Hagg, called Martindale, where the inhabitants live entirely from the rest of the world; their horizon on every side consisting of mountains, within a very few miles. We only met one solitary traveller, mounted on an ass, slowly proceeding along the steep roads which lead out of this vale, which I should think has never been visited by a carriage, as the small and rudely made carts used there have the greatest difficulty to pass. The hay is led from the field by means of sledges, the fields being generally so steep that it would be impossible to use any wheeled carriage. After having travelled about two miles round Hallen Hagg, we gained a view of the second reach of the lake. In front, on the opposite side is Gowbarrow Park, where the late Duke of Norfolk erected a beautifully romantic building, which he called Lyulph's Tower; and which, being surrounded by a quantity of fine trees planted in the park, has a beautiful effect. The prospect is bounded on every side by hills: some of them, close at hand, shewing all their roughness and grandeur, and others, softened by their distance, assuming a purple hue. We again embarked in our little vessel, and after provoking the surprising echoes, which are reverberated five distinct times, reached the second turn of the lake; when the scene changed, and we saw the third reach. This is, in my opinion, incomparably the grandest and most sublime. On one side, Place Fell, with its precipitous sides, upon which not a single tree or shrub appears, rears its immense head, and stretching along the whole of this reach, seems to threaten the traveller on the road, which skirts its base, with immediate destruction, by some of its huge rocks rolling into the lake beneath. At the extremity of the lake lies Patterdale, a beautiful valley, rendered picturesque by a number of little villas, arising amidst plantations of young trees; amongst which stands predominant Patterdale Hall, the seat of John Mounsey, Esq. who has inherited from his ancestors from time immemorial the title of "King of Patterdale," owing probably to their having been the principal proprietors in this neighbourhood. This gentleman has a most enviable title, and were all the kingdoms in the world offered to me, with their inseparable attendants, this is the peaceful kingdom I should chuse. Behind Patterdale rise a number of hills, overlooked by the mountain Helvellyn, one of the highest in the north of England. On the opposite side, Stybrow Crag projects far into the lake, and makes a sort of promontory, covered in some places with birch trees, whose white trunks have a very preity effect. In this reach are two or three rocks, rising out of the water, which in course of time have in some parts of them been covered with soil, and on one of them are a few shrubs. They are |