money,

and the Painter took his leave not without sneering at the unsuspecting goodness he had duped.

It happened not many days after, that an acquaintance of the Painter paid him a visit, to whom the picture was shewn, and the story of its purchase repeated. The honest stranger was indignant at the mean advantage his friend had taken of so much simplicity, and assured him that as the work of Raffael, it was of the highest value. He concluded by summoning him before Piccolomini the Governor, into whose presence he accompanied him. That wise Prelate, having heard the fact attentively, contented himself with only inqui ring the size and subject of the picture, and then dismissed both parties without further words. In his own gallery there were fortunately two pictures, which corresponded in dimensions pretty exactly with the one in question. He took one of these out of the frame, and having put it aside sent soon after to the Painter, to whom he said. "Perhaps you know where to procure me a picture that will fit that frame, and from an accompaniment to that other." "I have one myself, answered the Painter, that will I believe, fit exactly; it is an excellent piece of Raffael, and seems as if made on purpose for this happy occasion." "Let me see

it" said Piccolomini. The Painter went away, and returned speedily with the picture. The subject was the Holy family, touched most exquisitely. Freed from the pollution, that once obscured it, the colours were restored, and all that ac curacy of outline, that elegance of figure and drapery, and that truth of expression, which characterize Raffael, appears ed in their original lustre. Piccolomini placed it in the frame, which fitted it very well, and presently demanded the price. "I can sell it at any time, replied the Painter, for two hundred zechines; a friend offered me that sum yesterday by desire of an English gentleman, who had taken a great fancy to it. I refused the money, for the piece is well worth two hundred and fifty. However your Excellency shall give me any thing above the first offer that you please." The Governor was struck with horor at such roguery, but dissem bling his feelings, replied with calmness. "I do not wish

to

to contend with you on the merits of the picture, which are assuredly great, but nevertheless I can scarcely be persuaded that you have had the heart to refuse so handsome an offer. "The Painter protested he had spoken nothing but the truth, and offered to confirm his words by bringing his friend. "Have you then actually been offered two hundred zechines for it? reiterated Piccolomini. "I have truly, Monsignore, he returned, and should not despair of getting yet more." Perhaps not so much" replied the Governor; then calling to a servant, he bade him withdraw a certain piece of tapestry which he pointed out. Immediately appeared the poor old man, the original possessor of the picture, who had been there previously concealed by desire of Piccolomini. It is easy to conceive the Painter's astonishment at this juncture; he turned pale, and stood confounded and trembling. The Governor, having left him sometime to his confusion, addressed him at length with an air and tone of severe authority "It is thus, wretch, that you abuse the ignorance of an unhappy old man? Does it wake no sentiment of remorse within your breast to have defrauded him of the only means he had left of procuring food? Execrable wretch! thou knowest full well the punishment due to your villainy. But it would mercy to condemn you-may Heaven guard you from any new transgression; should any such ever meet my cars, you shall pay dearly then for both. "He made the Painter pay instantly the 200 zechines, which he pretended had been offered him, to the poor old man, whom he had defrauded, after which he allowed him to depart, which he did with a hurried step, and in utter confusion. The good old man blessed his benefactor with tears of gratitude; and Piccolomini retired, feeling in their full force the pleasure of of relieving honest indigence, and of abashing the hardened countenance of villainy.

SECTION

Verses written by the late Richard Cumberland, Esq. on the marriage of a daughter of Lord Sackville, who shed a tear during the performance of the ceremony. **

Ye solemn pedagogues, who teach

A language, by eight parts of speech,
Can any of you all impart

A rule to conjugate the heart?
Grammarians, did you ever try
To construe and expound an eye,
And by the syntax of the face
Explain its gender or its case?
What said the nuptial tear that fell
From fair Eliza, can you tell?
And yet it spoke upon her cheek›
As eloquent as tear could speak.
"Here at God's altar as I stand
"To plight my vow and yield my hand,
"With faltering lips whilst I proclaim
"The cession of my virgin name,
"And in my ear is read at large
"The rubricks stern unsoftened charge,
"Spare me, the silent pleader cries
"Oh! spare me, ye surrounding eyes
"Ushered amidst a blaze of light*
"While here I pass in public sight;
"And kneeling by a Father's side
"Renounce the daughter for the bride;
"Ye sisters! to my soul must dear
"Say, can I check the rising tear,
"When at this awful hour I cast
"My memory back on time that's past?
"Ungrateful were 1 to forbear

"This tribute to a Father's care;

"For

The Conductor is uncertain whethet this copy of verses has ever appeared or not

the editions of Mr. Cumberland's poetical works."

* The lady was married at night.

"For all he suffered, all he taught
"Is there not due some tender thought?
"And may not one fond tear be given
"To a dear saint, who rests in Heaven?
"And you to whom I now betroth
"In sight of God my nuptial oath,
"Who to nobility of birth

"True honour join and native worth,
"If my recording bosom draws
"One sigh-miscontrue not the cause;
"Trust me, though weeping, I rejoice,
"And blushing, glory in my choice.

Imitation from the Italian of Guarini.

Happy the man, to whom thy form
Its passing grace displays,
Happy the man, whose wondering eyes
Still on thy beauty gaze!

Happier he, who fondly sighs

For thee the breathings of desire
Whose soul in trembling hope relies
On her who feeds the youthful fire!
Happiest he, who knows the bliss
Of sighing in thy ears his love,
Who hears responsive to his own
Thy voice the tender sigh approve!

SECTION V.

General View of Devonshire.

At the time of the conquest of Britain by Julius Cæsar, this part of the West of England was inhabited by two nations of barbarians, whose names, as handed down to us by

Authors,

Authors, were Durotriges and Danmonii or Dunmonii. Disturbed by the clash of foreign arms in the possession of their flocks and holy groves, and awed into obedience by the erection of military forts and stations, they fell under the Roman government, and formed part of the Southern district of Britain, then called Britannia Prima. When in after times the irruption of northern hordes succeeded that of the more civilized natives of Italy and Gaul, this country formed part of a western monarchy, called the Kingdom of Wessex or of the West Saxons. It is now a shire of considerable extent and great notoriety, part of the Province of Canterbury, and under the ecclesiastical rule of the Diocesan of Exeter. Its name is by some supposed to have been corrupted by various gradations from the ancient Dunmonii, and by others to be derived from the old British word Duffnient, which signifies low vallies.

It is maritime county, and of singular situation, being inclosed between the British channel to the north, and the English channel to the south; and between the counties of Somerset and Dorset eastward, and that of Cornwall to the west. Its greatest extent from Linton to Prawle Point is 74 miles; and it is about 66 in breadth from the parish of Uplyme east, in a strait line to the banks of the Tamar west. The circumference of the country, including the indentations of its coasts, measures about 370 miles. The surface territory has been calculated at 2,493 square miles, or 1,595,309 statute acres, which is more than that of any other county in the kingdom, except those of York and Lincoln. This extent of country is divided into 33 hundreds, which contain 454 parishes. It pays one-twentieth part of the land-tax, and provides 1,600 men to the national militia.

The County of Devon, which gives the titles of Duke and Earl to the family of Cavendish, contains one City and 34 market towns, as appears by the following table.

Towns