if not disgusted, in discovering paltry and dishonourable traits in a character otherwise supposed to be upright and unimpeachable. How are we, then, to trace this to its origin? Whence does our feeling arise? What, but to the disgust that honourable minds feel most sensitively at a discovery of latent hypocrisy. The supposed virtues of a character of this description are then proved to be meretricious, and like female beauty, unaccompanied by virtue, it creates the deeper disappointment and regret that vice, which should have "no business there" is there to be found. But regret, in cases of this nature, like pity in those of charity, soon becomes changed into contempt, and is always attended by her dark followers. As an introduction to this sketch of Mr. Faddle, 1 cannot help thinking these remarks appropriate. His name being Francis, he may say, with the man in the farce, " unfortunately my name being Francis, they call me Fanny." Mr. F. Faddle, then, is neither young nor old, short nor tall, ugly nor handsome. He is all complaisance and sweet smiles-his endeavour is not to give offence, and his aim the general opinion. He takes care, unless he sees his way clear, not to divulge opinions, as interest is always paramount to the theory of sentiment. In fine, he can command his tongue as well as his temper, the former of which he accommodates to all persons and all times, and you have more of his civility than his sincerity at any time. He stands as if he were in the presence of his master, and with all his craft, you feel it to be so. He is rather better thought of than esteemed, and that esteem is more from a party than from individuals. He is therefore gratified with a good report, his vices he conceals by good generalship and this entitles him to an appellation he scarcely merits, of being an honest fellow, Under all this we have self in avarice, self in revenge, and self in detraction. Reader hast thou not met with such a man? Biography. CYRO ANICHIARICO. This most astonishing bandit, whose exploits somewhat resemble the celebrated ones of the famous Rinaldo Rinaldini, was a priest, named Cyro Anichiarico, born in the small town of Grotagli, on the road from Tarento to Lecce. His first achievement was the murder of a whole family in the town of Francavilla. He had, at the time of his death, been a bandit for more than twenty years; and, from his daring and success, the country people believed him to be a devil or magican, and scoffed at the soldiers who were sent to pursue him. When the French General, Ottavio, a Corsican by birth, commanded in this province, a man one day presented himself before him, and said with a fierce air, "The bandit whom you have so long hunted is now before you, but if he is molested, you will be assassinated before night fall." Anichiarico turned and disappeared, and from that time General Ottavio doubtless had faith in the belief of the people, for the bandit was not taken until he he was pursued by a body of troops under General Church. When this General was one day in pursuit of the banditti and their leader, he was accosted by a peasant, who drew him aside, and gave him some intelligence concerning Anichiarico. On the very next day this peasant was found dead in his village, with a paper pinned on his breast with these terrible words inscribed This is the fate of all those who betray Anichiarico!' The last band which this leader commanded was called the 'Decided!' Each man possessed a certificate, bearing two deaths' heads, ornamented with bloody emblems, and the great words of Justice, liberty, or death,' signed Anichiarico.' I saw one of the certificates in General Church's possession, which was written with human blood. At last, in Jannary 1819, this astonishing bandit, finding himself beset on all points by the soldiers under the command of the general, threw himself at about sunset into an old tower, in the midst of a farm-yard, near the small town of Casuba, hoping probably that in the dead of the night he should be able to escape through the soldiers, many of whom were his friends, and all of whom believed him to be the devil. But in the course of one hour after, it was perceived that he had taken his position. A close line of light troops was drawn round the tower, by order of the General, out of reach of musquet-shot, and after a siege of thirty-six hours, he was forced to surrender himself and the remnant of his band, having fired away all their cartridges, and killed and wounded eleven of the enemy. He was carried to Fromcavella, the scene of his first murder, and there shot. On a Sunday General Church sent to ask the priests of the town, if it was according to their religion to shoot a man on that day. Their answer was, The better the day, the better the deed.' Anichiarico died like a madman. From eight to ten thousand persons were assembled to see him shot, and to the last moment they actually treated with perfect scorn the notion that bullets would pierce such a man: CADMAN-SINGULAR DEXTERITY. A small figure of a man, seemingly composed of bone and muscle, appeared at Derby, in Oct. 1732, to entertain the town by sliding down a rope! One end was to be fixed at the top of All Saints' steeple, the loftiest in the town, and the other at the bottom of St. Michael's, a horizontal distance of eighty yards, which formed an inclined plane, extremely steep. A breastplate of wood, with a groove to fit the rope, and his own equilibrium, were his security while sliding down on his belly, with his arms and legs extended. He could not be more than six or seven seconds in this airy journey, in which he fired a pistol and blew a trumpet. The velocity with which he flew raised a fire by friction and a bold stream of smoke followed him! He performed this wonderful exploit three successive days, in each of which he descended twice, and walked up once; the latter wonderful fete occupied him more than an hour. In the course of his ascension he exhibited many surprising achievements, such as sitting unconcerned, with his arms folded, lying across the rope upon his back, then his belly, his hams, blowing the trumpet, swinging round, hanging by the chin, the hand, the heels, the toe, &c.! The rope being too long for art to tighten, he might be said to have danced on the slack. Though he succeeded at Derby, yet, in exhibiting at Shrewsbury a short time after, he fell, and lost his life. A monument was erected to his memory, on the wall of the steeple, by the inhabitants of Shrewsbury. 1 Miscellaneous. .......... "There is a time to laugh and a time to weep." Power of the Purse. During the reigu of Richard the Second, an address was presented to the King, beseeching him to remove his ministers. Richard, in reply, said, "that at the desire of Parliament he would not remove the meanest scullion of his kitchen." Having occasion for a subsidy, however, which could not otherwise be obtained, he was obliged to comply with their demand: the Earl of Suffolk, the Chancellor, was not only removed from his office, but impeached, and found guilty of misdemeanors. The Origin of Blarney. -Blarney is a market town of the county of Cork, and province of Munster, Ireland, situate on a river of the same name, about four miles west of the city of Cork. At this place is a famous castle where there is a stone at one of the corners of the top, which is shewn to strangers, on account of a saying, that any person who has kissed it is privileged to lie and flatter. The origin of this saying, which is often referred to, and from which Blarney has become a synonime for flattery, is not easy to discover. Dining with Duke Humphrey. -Thst is, to fast-to go without one's dinner. This Duke Humphrey was uncle to King Henry VI. and his protector during his minority, Duke of Gloucester, renowned for hospitality and good house-keeping, and commonly called the good Duke of Gloucester. Those were said to dine with Duke Humphrey, who walked out dinner time in the body of Saint Paul's; because it was believed the Duke was buried there, (saith Dr. Fuller) "that saying is as far from truth as they from dinner, even 20 miles off: seeing this Duke was buried in the church of Saint Alban's, to which he was a great benefactor." "AND SOLOMON SLEPT WITH HIS FATHERS." "And Solomon slept with his fathers" of old. Proof that a Man can be his own Grandfather. There were a widow and her daughter-in-law, and a man and his son. The widow married his son, and the daughter the old man. The widow was, therefore, mother to her husband's father; and, consequently, grandmother to her own husband. They had a son, to whom she was great grandmother; now, as the son of a great grandmother must be either a grandfather or great uncle, this boy was one or the other. He was his own grandfather! ANSWERS TO CONUNDRUMS, &C. 18. Outside.-19. When he is wearing a wig without doors.-20. Because he stops the bottle.-21. Because he makes both ends meet. - 22. O-live!-23. Asiwine.-24. Kate. (Até is one of the furies.) NEW CONUNDRUMS, PUZZLES, &c. 25. What is that which burns to keep secrets? 26. What three letters in our language are expressive of excessive joy? 27. What two letters form a county in England? 28. Place ten macaronies in a table; then, taking up any one of the series, place it upon some other, with this proviso, that you passover just half a dollar. Repeat this till there are no single quarter dollars left. 29. My first gives us lessons of foresight and care; 30. Devoid of my first, how imperfect the bead; In my second what myriads are nurtur'd and fed! The Economist. HINTS ON DINNER PARTIES. A French work informs us, that in several fashionable houses in Paris, a new arrangement has been introduced in placing the company at a dinner-table:"The ladies first take their places, leaving intervals for the gentlemen; after being seated, each is desired to call on a gentleman to sit beside her; and thus the lady of the house is relieved from all embarrassment of etiquette, as to rank and pretensions," &c, "But without doubt," adds the journalist, "this method has its inconveniencies. It may happen that a bashful beauty dare not name the object of her secret wishes, and an |