uses, carry every thing on their heads, even lighted
candles, without the least fear of their being extinguished; that oxen
are tied to carts by their horns; that in the inns, generally, no one
can read or write but the landlords; that the constitutional soldiers,
for their fare, generally took a leathern bag, (_barracho_,) and got
it filled with red wine as sour as vinegar; not appearing to wish for
meat, bread and cheese, with boiled soup, onions, and garlick, forming
the substance of their frugal repasts; that no memorial is erected on
the spot where the battle of Vittoria was fought in 1813; and that, in
fact, there is no national feeling in the country.

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THE EQUIVOCAL GENTLEMAN

Must always keep his dignity, for his dignity will not keep him. We
have no objection to meet him at a dress party, or at the quarter
sessions, nor to read his articles in the Edinburgh, the Quarterly, or
the British Critic; but we request not his contributions for Maga,
nor will Mr. North send him a general invitation to the
Noctes.--_Blackwood's Mag._

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INTENSE COLD.

The lowest temperature witnessed by Capt. Franklin in North America
was on the 7th of February, of the second winter passed on the shores
of Bear Lake. At eight in the morning, the mercury in the thermometer
descended to 58 deg. below zero; it had stood at -57.5 deg., and -57.3 deg. in the
course of that and the preceding day; between the 5th and the 8th, its
general state was from -48 deg. to -52 deg., though it occasionally rose to
-43 deg.. At the temperature of -52.2 deg., Mr. Kendall froze some mercury
in the mould of a pistol-bullet, and fired it against a door at the
distance of six paces. A small portion of the mercury penetrated to
the depth of one-eighth of an inch, but the remainder only just lodged
in the wood. The extreme height of the mercury in the tube was from
71 deg. at noon to 73 deg. at three o'clock.--_Quarterly Rev._

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PARR'S PUNNING.

Of all the species of wit, punning was one which Dr. Parr disliked,
and in which he seldom indulged; and yet some instances of it have
been related. Reaching a book from a high shelf in his library, two
other books came tumbling down; of which one, a critical work of
Lambert Bos, fell upon the other, which was a volume of Hume. "See!"
said he, "what has happened--_procumbit hum