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doubles, and willingly would plunge into the stream, were if not prevented by the eagle, which, long possessed of the knowledge that by such a stratagem the swan might escape him, forces it to remain in the air by attempting to strike it

with his talons from beneath. The hope of escape is soon 6 given up by the swan. It has already become much weak

ened, and its strength fails at the sight of the courage and swiftness of its antagonist. Its last gasp is about to escape, when the ferocious eagle strikes with his talons the underside of its wing, and with unresisted power, forces the bird to fall in a slanting direction upon the nearest shore.

It is then, reader, that you may see the cruel spirit of this dreaded enemy of the feathered race, whilst, exulting over his prey, he for the first time breathes at ease. He presses down his powerful feet, and drives his sharp claws 7 deeper than ever into the heart of the dying swan. He

shrieks with delight, as he feels the last convulsions of his prey, which has now sink under his unceasing efforts to render death as painfully felt as it can possibly be.


A Mighty Good Kind of Man.—THORNTON. 1 I have always thought your mighty good kind of man to be a very good-for-nothing fellow, and whoever is determined to think otherwise, may as well pass over what follows.

The good qualities of a mighty good kind of man, if he has any, are of the negative kind. He does very little harm; but you never find him do any good. He is very decent in appearance, and takes care to have all the crternals of sense and virtue ; but you never perceive the heart concerned in any word, thought, or action. Not many

love him, though very few think ill of him : every 2 body is his " dear sir,” though he cares not farthing for

any body but himself. If he writes to you, though you have but the slightest acquaintance with him, he begins with “ dear sir," and ends with, “ I am, good sir, your ever sincere and affectionate friend, and most obedient humble servant.” You inay generally find him in company with older



persons than himself, but always with richer. He does not talk much ; but he has yes,” or a true, sir," or

“you observe very right, sir,” for every word that is said ; 3 which, with the old gentry that love to hear themselves

talk, makes him pass for a mighty sensible and discerning, as well as a mighty good kind of man. It is so familiar to him to be agreeable, and he has got such a habit of assenting to every thing advanced in company, that he does it without the trouble of thinking what he is about. I have known such an one, after having approved an observation: made by one of the company, assent with “ what you say is very just,” to an opposite sentiment from another : and

I have frequently made him contradict himself five times 4'in a minute. As the weather is a principal and favorite

topic of a mighty good kind of man, you may make him agree, that it is very hot, very cold, very cloudy, a fine sunshine, or it rains, snows, hails, or freezes, all in the same hour. The wind may be high, or not blow at all ; it

nay be east, west, north, or south, south-east and by east, or in any point in the compass, or any point not in the compass, just as you please. This, in a stage-coach, makes him a mighty agreeable companion, as well as a mighty

good kind of man. He is so civil and well-bred, that he 5 would keep you standing half an hour uncovered in the rain,

rather than he would step into your chariot before the dinner is in danger of growing cold, if you attempt to place him at the upper end of the table. He would not suffer a glass of wine to approach his lips, till he drank the health of half the company, and would sooner rise hungry from table, than not drink to the other half before dinner is over, lest he should offend any by his neglect. He never forgets to hob-a-rob with the lady of the family, and by no means omits to toast her fire-side.

He is sure 6 to take notice of little master and miss, when they appear after dinner, and is very assiduous to win their little hearts by almonds and raisins, which he never fails to carry about him for that purpose. This of course recommends him to mamma's esteem: and he is not only a mighty good kind of man, but she is certain he would ake a mighty good husband.

No man is half so happy in his friendships. Almost every one he names is a friend of liis, and every friend a

you: and

mighty good kind of man. I had the honor of walking 7 lately with one of those good creatures from the Royal Ex

change to Piccadilly; and, I believe, he pulled off his hat to every third person we met, with a

“ how do you do, my dear sir !” though I found he hardly knew the names of five of these intimate acquaintances. I was highly entertained with the greeting between my companion, and another mighty good kind of man that we met in the Strand. You would have thought they were brothers, and that they had not seen one another for many years, by their mutual ex

pressions of joy at meeting. They both talked together, 8 not with a design of opposing each other, but through eager

ness to approve what each other said. I caught them frequently, crying "yes,” together, and “very true,"*" you are very right, my dear sir;" and at last, having exhaustedtheir favorite topic of, what news, and the weather, they concluded with each begging to have the vast pleasure of an agreeable evening with the nther very soon; but parted without naming either time or place.

I must own, that a good man, and a man of sense, certainly should have every thing that this kind of man has : 9 yet, if he possesses no more, much is wanting to finish and

complete his character. Many are deceived by French paste : it has the lustre and brilliancy of a real diamond ; but the want of hardness, the essential property of this valuable jewel, discovers the counterfeit, and shows it to be of no intrinsic value whatsoever. If the head and the heart are left out in the character of any man, you might as well look for a perfect beauty in a female face without a nose, as expect to find a valuable man without sensibility and understanding. But it often happens, that 10 these mighty good kind of men are wolves in sheep's

clothing ; that their want of parts is supplied by an abundance of cunning, and the outward behavior and deportment calculated to entrap the short-sighted and unwary:


The Slave Ship.- PRINGLE. 1 THERE was no sound upon the deep,

The breeze lay cradled there ;
The motionless waters sank to sleep

Beneath the sultry air ;
Out of the cooling brine to leap

The dolphin scarce would dare. 2 Becalın'd on that Atlantic plain

A Spanish ship did lie ;-
She stopped at once upon the main,

For not a wave rolled by :
And she watched six dreary days, in vain,

For the storm-bird's fearful cry.
3 But the storm came not, and still the ray

Of the red and lurid sun
Waxed hotter and hotter every day,

Till her crew sank one by onc;
And not a man could endure to stay

By the helm, or by the gun.
4 Deep in the dark and fetid hold

Six hundred wretches wept ;
They were slaves, that the cursed lust of gold

From their native land had swept ;
And there they stood, the young and old,

While a pestilence o'er them crept.
5 Crammed in that dungeon-hold they stood,

For many a day and night
Till the love of life was all subdued

By the fever's scorching bright ;
And their dim eyes wept, half tears, half blood,-

But still they stood upright. 6 And there they stood, the quick and dead,

Propped by that dungeon's wall,And the dying mother bent her head

On her child,—but she could not fall ;-In one dread night, the life had fled

From half that were there in thrall.

9 The morning came, and the sleepless crew

Threw the hatchways open wide ;--
Then the sickening fumes of death up-flew,

And spread on every side ;-
And, ere that eve, of the tyrant few,

Full twenty souls had died.
8 They died, the jailer and the slave, -

They died with the self-same pain,-
They were equal then, for no cry could save

Those who bound, or who wore the chain ;
And the robber-white found a common grave

With him of the negro-stain.
9 The Pest-ship slept on her ocean-bed,

As still as any wreck,
Till they all, save one old man, were dead,

In her hold, or on her deck:-
That man, as life around him fled,

Bowed not his sturdy neck.
10 He arose,—the chain was on his hands,

But he climbed from that dismal place;
And he saw the men who forged his bands,

Lie each upon his face
There on the deck that old man stands,

The lord of all the space.
11 He sat down, and he watched a cloud

Just cross the setting sun,
And he heard the light breeze heave the shroud,

Ere that sultry day was done ;
When the night came on, the gale was loud,

And the clouds rose thick and dun,

12 And still the negro boldly walked

The lone and silent ship;-
With a step of vengeful pride he stalked,

And a sneer was on his lip, –
For he laughed to think how Death had baulked

The fetters and the whip.
13 At last he slept ;-the lightning flash

Played round the creaking mast,

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