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Pier. Not leave me.
Jaf. No, thou shalt not force me from thee.
Pier. Art thou not-
Pier. A coward, a most scandalous coward ;
numberless. Pier. And would'st thou have me live on terms like
Jaf. No: 'tis to me that's granted :
Pier. I scorn it more, because preserv'd by thee;
Were to exceed those limited the world.
Jaf. Say, thou wilt live then.
Pier. For my life, dispose it
Jaf. Oh, Pierre.
Jaf. My eyes wont lose sight of thee,
Pier. Leave me. Nay then, thus, thus I throw thee And curses, great as is thy falsehood, catch thee.
[Exit guarded Jaf. Amen. He's gone, my father, friend, preserver ! And here's the portion he has left me:
(Holds the dagger up.) This dagger. Well remember'd! with this dagger, I gave a solemn vow, of dire importance; Parted with this and Belvidera together. Have a care, mem'ry, drive that thought no farther: No, I'll esteem it as a friend's last legacy ; Treasure it up within this wretched bosom, Where it may grow acquainted with my heart, That when they meet they start not from each other. So, now for thinking. A blow !-call'd a traitor, villain, Coward, dishonourable coward ! faugh! Oh! for a long, sound sleep, and so forget it!
CAARLES DIBDIN THE YOUNGER. [Charles Dibdin the younger was the second son of the celebrated naval song writer and dramatist ; his elder brother was Thomas Dibdin, also celebrated as a dramatist and song-writer; and his mother was a Mrs. Davenet, a chorus singer at Covent Garden, for whom Dibdin deserted his lawful wife. Charles was born about the year 1772 ; he was some time lessee of Sadler's Wells Theatre, for which favourite place of amusement he wrote many pieces, besides contributing soine farces and operettas to the patent theatres. He is also the author of "Mirth and Metre,” London: Ventnor, Hood and Sharp, 1807; and “Comic Tales and Lyrical Fancies," Whittaker, 1825. He died about 1828.]
THERE was a Judge at nisi prius,
Nisi law cause could show :
As equity can show.
To Justice's entire content,
To nonsuit captious strife.
He ofttimes took his wife.
It chanced my lady-not that she
She loved, as ladies do,
As, ladies, practise you.
Till, almost smothered, he
Non coram judice."
Said she, “Destruction they would find
They're caps.” “What then ?" quo' he,
Should go thus cap-a-pied."
One time, for leave though she applied,
Though many a plea she found.
And turn'd my lady round. They rode along, with little chat; She fretting, he revolving, sat;
When, in brown study, lo! Against a box, while stretching out His legs, to ease some twinge of gout,
His lordship kick'd his toe. " What's this?" he cried, and, looking down, He saw a bandbox (from the town
They sought 'twas miles a score). Hah, hah 1” cried he, the glass he dropp’d, “ We'll clear the court,” and out he popp'd
The box, and said no more. While nothing said his lady gay, (She thought 'twas little use to say),
Which caused him some surprise.
Where held was the assize.
And look'd importance big.
But fortune deals in sport:
In full contempt of court.
" A horse! a horse !" cried Richard Rex-
A saint this law's delay;"
Has traversed term to-day.”
When in came sword and mace.
As is our proper place."
My wig! my wig!" he cries:
You clear'd the wig likewise."
And what he did's not certain;
And Humphrey-drew the curtain.
RIP VAN WINKL E.
WHOEVER has made a voyage up the Hudson must remember the Kaatskill mountains. They are a dismembered branch of the great Appalachian family, and are seen away to the west of the river, swelling up to a noble height, and lording it over the surrounding country. Every change of season, every change of