ble
logician must have always discovered the scrapes she got into. Poor dear
Madame de Stael, I shall never forget seeing her one day, at table with
a large party, when the busk (I believe you ladies call it) of her
corset forced its way through the top of the corset, and would not
descend though pushed by all the force of both hands of the wearer, who
became crimson from the operation. After fruitless efforts, she turned
in despair to the valet de chambre behind her chair, and requested him
to draw it out, which could only be done by his passing his hand from
behind over her shoulder, and across her chest, when, with a desperate
effort, he unsheathed the busk. Had you seen the faces of some of the
English ladies of the party, you would have been like me, almost
convulsed; while Madame remained perfectly unconscious that she had
committed any solecism on _la decence Anglaise_. Poor Madame de Stael
verified the truth of the lines--

"Qui de son sexe n'a pas l'esprit,
De son sexe a tout le malheur."

She _thought_ like a man, but, alas! she _felt_ like a woman; as witness
the episode in her life with Monsieur Rocca, which she dared not avow,
(I mean her marriage with him,) because she was more jealous of her
reputation as a writer than a woman, and the faiblesse de coeur, this
alliance proved she had not courage to _affiche_.--_New Monthly Mag._

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THE TOPOGRAPHER.

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REMARKABLE CAVES AT CRAVEN, IN YORKSHIRE.

The village of Malham is situated in a deep and verdant bottom,
defective only in wood, at the union of two narrow valleys, respectively
terminated at the distance of a mile by the Cove and Gordale. The first
of these is an immense crag of limestone, 286 feet high, stretched in
the shape of the segment of a large circle, across the whole valley, and
forming a termination at once so august and tremendous, that the
imagination can scarcely figure any form or scale of rock within the
bounds of probability that shall go beyond it. The approach to this
place, before the invention of machinery, was solitary and
characteristic. It is now polluted by one of those manufactories, of
which it would he trifling to complain as nuisances only in the eye of
taste. Yet there are streams sufficiently copious, and valleys
sufficiently deep, which man can neither mend nor spoil. These might be
abandoned to such deformed monsters with