looking round upon
the wall, he put up his hand and caught a fly. "There, ma'am," said he,
"I've got a remedy for you. Open your mouth; and as soon as I've put this
fly into it, shut it close again; and the moment the spider hears the fly
buzzing about, up he'll come; and then you can spit them both out
together."

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LISTON PLAYING MOLL FLAGGON.

_An Acrostic._

Lovesick people e'en will smile,
In spite of cares, and for the while
Sadness will not _lag on:_
Tic dolereux will lose its power
On facial nerves for half an hour,
Now Listen plays Moll Flaggon.

J. S. C.

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INTENSE COLD.

At Astracan, Feb. 19, the cold was 28 deg. below the zero of Reaumur.

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ROYAL POET.

A volume of poems by the King of Bavaria has just been published at
Munich, the profits of which are to be given to an institution devoted to
the blind.

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The late Mr. Henry Hase succeeded Abraham Newland, as cashier at the Bank
of England. Newland is buried in St. Saviour's Church, Southwark. The
lyrical celebrity of Abraham Newland will not be forgotten in our times.

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ZOOLOGICAL GARDENS.

A fine white lion and the largest bear died here last week. This bear was
the largest of the three in the pit, and was considered to have been the
finest in England. He usually seized the largest share of cakes and
fruit, and snorted and snarled whenever his companions secured any. He
had latterly grown so fat that he could with difficulty ascend the pole;
and after eating his usual breakfast, he expired suddenly. Like many
other animals we could name, his _greatness_ was his mortal foe--and as
Hume grew too pursy to write, so our four-footed friend became too gross
to climb. Toby, with all his ill-treatment and attachment to strong ale,
is still alive and well.

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LIFE.

Man is a glass, life is the water,
That's weakly walled about:
Sin brings in death, death breaks the glass,
So runs the water out.
GEO. F.

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LINES WRITTEN ON A LADY'S WEEPING AT HER MARRIAGE.

When on her love, with heart sincere,
The maid bestowed her hand, she dropt a tear.
Delightful omen of her life's employ,
For they who sow