which they have been afflicted. Grizzy's usual mode of procedure, in consulting her oracle, was this. With a darning needle, stuck in her pillow for the [...”. she every morning opened her Bible at random, and carefully observed the verse or sentence on which the point chanced to alight. As the tenor of the passage was pleasing or otherwisie, so, Grizzy was sure, would the events of the day turn out; and then she would run to her dumb neighbour, and endeavour, from her signs, to learn what some of those coming events were to be. With a sort of inconsistency in her superstition, Grizzy was also in the habit of resorting to the cards, for the discovery of things to come. Not that she kept any articles of this kind herself; on the contrary, she was wont to inveigh against them with great venemence, styling them the “devil's books.” Yet she was repeatedly known, of a morning, to consult Mrs. MacIvor, an old Highland woman who lived close by, and who kept a pack, as to what the day was likely to bring forth. Of this woman Grizzy stood in the greatest dread, supposing her to be a witch, because her means of living were not well known and because some of her sagacions predictions—founded, probably, on some less ambiguous basis

than the cards—had been wonderfully verified. . The Highland prophetess tasted

the benefit of her skill in many a present which her credulous neighbour gave to secure her good graces. Grizzy, however, while thus endeavouriug to conciliate favour, took care at the same time to keep a horse-shoe nailed on the back of her door, in case the dangerous Mrs. MacIvor should ever feel inclined to play cantrips on her benefactor. Thus, between the main-chance and her superstitious tendencies, were the whole thoughts of Grizzy Hutcheon, huckster in the Cannongate, daily and hourly employed, in continuous alternation. A serious change came at length over the face of her affairs, induced partly by the one and partly by the other of her prevailing foibles. One morning,

there was any one thing more ominous of ill, in Grizzy's eyes than another, it was this—that a light should be asked for tefore any article had been sold. She gave the light with a sad heart, muttering to herself, “a” luck's game for this day!” The day passed over, nevertheless, without the concurrance of any thing particularly annoying. Still, when evening came, Grizzy remembered so forcibly the unfortunate matter of the light, that she resolv not to close her shop that night till she got a proper luckpenny. To explain this, it is necessary to state, that it was our superstitous huckster's custom to keep her shop frequently open till a late hour, waiting for the entrance of a favourite customer, or some person of prepossessing appearance. The money received from that person, she called the luckpenny, and nothing more would she sell that night. But, on the occasion adverted to, nine o'clock came, and no customer of the proper sort had appeared. On the contrary, about jhas hour a woman entered, whom Grizzy knew to have a mole on the left side of her neck—a sure sign that hanging was to be her doom, This woman's money was frightfully unpropitious, and down the unhappy shopkeeper sat to her wheel, determined to wait for something better. As she trimmed her lamp impatiently for the twentieth time, St § clock struck ten, and another woman entered. To the horror of Grizzy, whom former conversation had made but too well aware of the fact, the new entrant was plain-soled. Mrs. Hutcheon could have thrown the acquired twopenny cut of salt fish at the unlucky flat-foot's head, but, knowing her customer to be one who did not stand on trifles, Griz. zy prudently abstained, from a fear of re. taliation, and contented herself with muttering something about “some folks not being able to take their supper at supper-time, like other folks.” The murmured reflection fell unheeded on the ear of the late-supping demoiselle. Fate was against Grizzy Hutcheon on this memorable evening. Still she reso

after she had gone through her customary lutely struggled against its awards, conendeavours to peep into the daily future, tinuing to drive her wheel unwearedily, in

she took her station in her opened shop,

the hope that an unexceptionable luckpen.

waiting anxiously for some propitious/ny might yet arrive. Alas! the next cus. opening of business, when, lo! a neighbour|tomer was still worse than the3.

•ntered and asked for a light. Now, if ones. It was a little girl, the

aughter o

a Highland porter, seeking “twa steepit’remain until morning within her premises.

herrings” on credit, Credit ! Grizzy's; vexation of spirit was so aggravated by

the demand, that she threw down her wheel, bounced around the counter, and turned the girl out by the shoulders, bawling at the same time in ungovernable ire, “Gang hame to them that sent ye, and tell them I want nea dealings wi' Highland papishes. Let them pay the auld at ony rate, or they try to tak on the new 7" In her wrath, at this moment, Grizzy forgot Mrs. MacIvor, but she was quickly and fearfully reminded of the dreaded Highlander. On turning into her shop, after venting her passion, Grizzy beheld a large grey cat spring past her, and make directly for the shelf where some of her largest herrings were stored. The sight horrified the poor woman. . The cat, she instantly concluded, could be nothing else than the notable witch Mrs. MacIvor, transformed, and come to revenge the words uttered at the door. At all times afraid of Mrs. MacIver, Grizzy was ten times more so, when that personage chose to assume the shape of a long-clawed quadruped. . She stood in her door, in an agony of alarm, now looking inwards at the metamorphos. ed Mrs. MacIvor coolly munching a herring, and now gazing up and down the street in the hope of seeing some one come to her relief. i. the hour was now very late, and Grizzy for some time saw nobody pass, excepting Lady Spinnet, attended on her way home from a concert, by a lacquey carrying a lantern. To such a mighty lady, Grizzy, sore pressed as she was, could not venture to speak. just at this moment, as if to iucrease her already incalculable terrors, a dog began a long wailing howl in the precincts of Holyrood, announcing to her ear, as plainly as language could speak, that the spirit was at that instant flitting from some human breast ! In this pitiable state of superstitious dread was Mrs. Hutcheonstanding, when two men issued from the mouth of an adjoining entry, and made up to her, carrying between them a large and seemingly well filled sack. The presence of human beings greatly, relieved the shopkeeper, and she listened with tolerable composure to the men, who addressed her with a request that she would permit the sack to

The request naturally started her at first, but the men proceeded to tell her that the sack contailed a quantity of tea which had been brought from Holland and landed in the Figgit wings, without leave being asked of the customhouse, and that they wished to carry it to Lawmarket, but durst not then attempt it, for fear of being caught at Luckenbooths by the meddling bodies of the town-guard. The tea, too, was “none of the common kind, (the men declared.) but the finest Pekoe, such as the Duches of York gave to her guests down by at the palace,” and if Grizzy would keep it safe only till morning, she should have two or three pounds of it for her trouble. After several arguments of this kind, Grizzy's cupidity got the better of her fears, and she permitted the men to bring in the sack, and set it down beside her own bed, which stood within a little closet or recess formed by a curtain hanging from the roof. The depositors of the tea then departed, with a promise to return in the morning. The cat, or Mrs. MacIvor, having been scared away on the entrance of the men, Grizzy hastened now to shut up her shop, contented with the prospect of the tea instead of the luckpenny for which she had waited so long that night. After all was close, she began to reflect on the turn the events of the day had taken, and on the reward promised to her. As she meditated, a doubt sprang up in her mind —that the smugglers might not give her enough to compensate fairly the risk she was taking. This doubt pressed on Grizzy's mind, until, at last she arrived at the conclusion, that the best way would be for her to take her remuneration beforehand, since she had it in her power. Away accordingly, she went to the sack, and untied the strings with which the mouth was bound. She then plunged her open hand into it, determined to fetch up a good handful, and drew out—horrible to relate | —not a quantity of tea, but a dead man's head, by the hair! When the poor, weak, yet “Greedy” woman beheld the hedious countenance of the corpse rising beneath her hand from the sack, she gave a fearful scream and fell back into a swoon. In the terror of her trepidation, she had kept hold of the head, and therefore, in her fall, she had brought over the body with her. It fell right across her chest; and thus it happened that when she recovered her consciousness, the head of the body was the first thing she saw, lying close to and above her own. 'i, l, is renewed her swoon , and so on she went. alternately fainting and recovering for several hours without the ability to alter her position. That the two resurections—for such the pretended tea smugglers were--inten: ded to come back to Grizzy's for the spoil which they had taken from the grave, is very probable, as they could only have les: it where they did, in consequence of being temporarily prevented from disposing of it, a denouncement had taken place, such as they could rot have anticipated. Customer after customer knocked, i. the morning after this events, at Grzzy's door, usually the first open in the street. The knocks were all in vain; neither on swer nor admittance followed. At last the attention of the neighborhood was fairly roused ; a crowd gathered in from of the shop ; and finally, some one prope. sed that a smith should be sent for to break the door open, as Grizzy might be either dying or dead. . This was accor dingly done, and in rushed a host of men. women, and children, into rs. Hucheons, premises. No Grizzy was to be seen and the people were in the greatest possible a maze. However,a boy who had seenGrizzy many a time, and oft deposited her treclecan behind the curtain in the recess, chanced to think this a first-rate opportunity for tasting a little of that most delectable substance, and drew away a coiner of the curtain in order to search for it. As soon as his eyes could discern any thing within—for the lamp had long since burnt out—the youngster exclaimed, “Eh! here's Grizzy " The attention of all was thus directed to the proper so and Grizzy Hucheon was speedily found stretched on the floor, moaning and insen sible, with a dead body in a sack pressed across her chest. Here was indeed a mysterious state of things. Grizzy was speedily raised, but was, at first, totally unable to give an explanation of the matter. When she was restored to complete consciousness, she found herself it the guard-house, whither

she had been conveyed by order of the civil authorities, on their being apprised of the circumstances under which she had been found ; the body also had been taken und, r charge by the same parties. It bore evident tokens of having b en disenterred; and il erefore, great as the wonder of all was, there was no idea of murder in the matter. Grizzy, on first becoming able to think of all that had passed, had sense enough to send for her two best friends, her old master and her landlord, to whom she told the whole truth. These gentlemen advised her to repeat the circumstance, exactly as they occurred, to the magis. trate before whom she was to appear the next morning. This, accordingly, Grizzy did with great simplicity and candor.— Her superstititious keel ing the shop open o, such a late hour, was what the worthy bailie, presiding in the court, to Ld most difficult to interpret in any way favorable is the no lucky Grizzy. He could not comprehend, he said, how any person possessed of common sense could keep a shop of en till long past midnight, and consume tight and fuel, for all the benefit likely to accrue, at such hours, from the ostensible trade. The bailie did not know, as the reader now does, that Grizzy Hutch cou had not common sense upon some points' In this emergency, her master and landlord came forward to vouch for her general respectability of character.— The magistrate said that the evidence of two such persons would weigh so far with him in the matter; but Mrs. Hutcheon, permitting her to have had no previous connection with the resurrectionists, had confessed to her having connived at what she believed to be smuggling; and there. fore he would adjudge her to pay all expenses connected with the reinterment of the body in whatever way the claimants of it, if any appeared, might wish the ceremony to be conducted.

A Discover? By Accident, The chief discoverics in the arts have been made by accident, not from fore thought or a deep knowledge of the principles of its nature. It is related that the discovery of glassmaking was effected by seeing the sand vitrified, on which a fire had been kindled.

The discovery of the manufactory of plate France, he waited upon a banker, and, af. glass is said to have been equally acci-iter stating his intention, inquiring how dental. Blancourt relates, as the mode long six thousand pounds would last him in which the casting of plate-glass was in Paris–"Why," replied the banker, “if discovered, that a person who was mel you visit the gaming table, it may last ting some of his materials in a crucible, you three days; if you do not, it will last accidentally spilt it, while fluid, on the you six weeks.” the ground. The metal ran under one of the large flag stones where with the placo was paved, which obliged the workman The Dangers of ContentMENT.-The to take up the stone in order to recover virtue of contentment is one which the the glass. He then found it in the form rich are always very anxious to find in the of a plate, such as could not be produced poor. “Noble conduct!, says some affluin the ordinary course of blowing. The ent chief, as he pours out his seventh glass man's attention being roused by this fact, of claret, with reference to the tranquility he was unable to sleep, and conceiving at with which his cottagers submit to the once the superiority of this method of for privations and sufferings of a hard and ming mirrors, he immediately commenced employmentless winter. “Ah!" sighs the experimenting, and before the day, ap-well-disposed lady, who has taken a morpeared, had proved the practicability of ning walk to the bed-side of some poor the improvement which the purest chancelanguished wretch who regales her with

had thus placed within the sphere of his observation.

How to Cun F. A HusbAND.—A woman,

who used frequently to be beaten by her

hushand, went to a cunning man, to enquire how she might cure her spouse of this barbarity. The sagacious soothsayer heard her complaint; and, after pronounc. ing some hard words, and using various gesticulations, while he filled a vial with a colored liquid, desired her, whenever her husband was in a passion, to take a mouthful of the liquor, and keep it in her mouth for five minutes. The woman. quite overjoyed at the simplicity of the remedy, strictly followed the direction given her, and by he silence,escaped the usual chastisement. The contents of the bottle being at last expended, she returned to the cunning man, anxiously begging to have another, possessed of the same virtue. “Fool!” said the man. “There was nothing in the bottle but brown sugar and water. When your.hubsand is in a pas sion, hold your tongue, and my life for it, he will not lay a finger upon you.”

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sone common place respecting the duty of resignation, “Ah that we could take a lesson from the placidity of the really miserable ! Well would it be for us to be placed in the same situation, if we could be as cheerful and submissive " On the other hand, there is nothing which a rich man or woman looks upon with greater horror than the least trace of discontent amongst the poor. “It is so ungrateful. Quly see what is done for them, and yet they grun ble.'. And immediately after, the complainer may be heard expressing the greates chagrin at not being invited to a certain eighbouring nobleman's ta

le, or that he cannot aflord to have those charning ponics for the carringe. The rich mau, indeed, is coustintly acknowl. edging, as an abstracf proposition, that the more that man has, the more he would have, and that the upper walks of life are full of ambition, rivalry, and dissatisfaction. But somehow this never appears to him as involving any charge against him. self personally. He, as judge, seems to feel exempt from all judgment on this point. But when a discontented poor man is spoken of, the case is very different. He then feels as if he were accused or threat

about the beauty of humble, virtuous, contented poverty, and how rascally it is for a fellow with nine shillings a week, and as many children, to feel in the least uneasy.

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tions in which they believe there is no contentment, and settling into those humbler plaees where they profess to believe that it is or ought to be found, we shall admit that this is one of the virtues. In the mean time, it seems to us very much one of those absentee sentimentalities which have not been seen on earth since the conclusion of the Golden Age. If we examine those cases in which contentment appears to exist, we shall either find that we have been deceived, or that the feeling is one, which were better absent. Things will sometimes occur to make a man say, “Now, I am contented.” But this is a mere expression of the gratification he feels in consequence of some fulfilled wish, or of a benefit which he had not any reason to expect. The joyful impression soon passes from his mind. As soon as he has become familiar with the new blessing, he looks out beyond it for something else.


Though low iny lot, my wish is won
My hopes are few and staid;
All I thought life would do, is done,
The last request is made:
If I have focs, no foes I fear:
To fate I live resigned;
I have a friend I value here—
And that’s a quiet mind.

Iwish not it was mine to wear
Flushed honour's aunny crown;
I wish not I was fortune's heir ;
She frowns, aud let her frown;
I have no tast for pomp and strife,
Which others love to find :
I only wish the bliss of life—
A poor and quiet mind.

The trumpet's taunt in battle-field,
The great man's pedigree—
What peace can all their honours yield,
And what are they to me?
Tho' praise and pomp, to eke the strife,
Rave like a mighty wind,
What are they to the calm of life—
A still and quiet mind?

I mourn not that my lot is low-
I Wish no higher state;
I sigh not that fate made me so,
Nor tease her to be great;
H am content, for well 1 see,
What all at last shall find,
That life's worst lot the best shall be-
4nd that's a quiet mind.

I see the great pass heedless by,
And pride above me tower;
It costs me not a single sigh
For either wealth or power:
They are but men, and I'm a man
Of quite as great a kind,
Proud, too, that life gives all she can-
A calm and quiet mind.

I never mock'd at beauty's shrine,
To stain her lips with lies;
No knighthood's fame, or luck was mine,
To win lowe's richest prize,
And yet I found in russetweed,
What all will wish to find,
True love, and confort's prize indeed—
A glad and quiet mind.

And come what will of care or wo, As some must come to all.

I'll wish not that they were not so, Nor mourn that they befall:

If tears for sorrows start at will.

They're comforts in their kind,

And I am blest, if with me still
Remains a quiet mind.

When friends depart, as part they must,
..And love's truejoys decay,
That leave us like the summer's dust
The whirldwind puffs away;
While life's allotted time I brave,
Tho' left the last behind,
A prop and friend I still shall have,
If I've a quiet mind.

One day Mr. Curran said to Father O'Leary the well known Roman Catholic Priest,“Reverend Father, I wish that you were St. Peter.” “And why Counsellor, do you wish that I was St. Peter 7” asked the Rev. gentleman. “Because, Reverend Father, in that case you would have the keys of heaven and could let me in.” “By my honour and conscience, Counsellor,” replied the Divine, “it would be better for you that I had the keys of the other place, for then I could let you out.” Curran enjoyed the jo which he admitted had a good deal of reason in it.

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