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of deep-toned bells,--soon bring me back to Pan's famed Lodge, the spot from which I wandered. There, boozing still, sat good Squire Hyett and his jolly friends. Just, as before observed, Painswick's old clock had struck the hour of twelve ! and when the game-the rubber game of whist was over, each man laid down his cards! Even at that moment Gloucester's famed clock was midnight pealing; which fact the tuneful chimes confirmed. But Docter Shatford, starting from his seat, declared both clocks and chimes were wrong! clocks, bells, and bellmen, bishops, deans, priests, clerks, and vergers, sextons, sweepers, wrong-all wrong!! Then pulling out his watch (a watch of Tompion make) the watch by which he judged the state of health, and regulated every patient's pulse, within the circle of a three hours's ride! By this, he vowed (but most respectfully)-by this his watch and by the sun (which oft his watch corrected) it wanted many minutes yet of twelve ; and though not time perhaps, for a rubber of whist, he would propose one single game at Put.

Squire Hyett felt the force of this address, he drew' another cork, and down they sat. Sly Satan now, hearing the doctor's words, and ghastly grinning too, at this - this most profane proposal, high he cocked his assinine ears, and from an eight-day clock case, (where he had long lain close concealed) he bodied forth, and placed bimself behind the doctor's' chair : (unseen by mortal eyes !) the candle now burnt blue and brimstone scent infected all the air. The game of Pat began; the squire, the doctor, a cunning law

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yer, and a Gloucester priest ; each party trick and trick alike; the last, the winning trick was pending. The priest, soon as he'd dealt, wanting to light his pipe, laid down his cards; the devil took them up ! Squire Hyett, eldest hand, led off an ace; the knave the lawyer played; Shatford most joyously put forth his deuce, and said “my life upon the game !" while artful Satan leaning over his shoulder produced a conquering trey, saying “ Damme !" for Satan swears sonietimes, that is, when in good company, not else ; he always acts the gentleman! so now he most politely swore, exclaimly quickly “Damme, doctor, now I have you!" Loud thunders roared and vivid lightnings flashed. The lodge was cleft in two; the roof flew upwards! all the party vanished in a moment. But from some cause unknown,-'tis guessed the devil's over-eagerness! for soon twas found that Shatford's watch was right, the devil wrong; and now the fiend changed colour, blushed quite pale, or brassy ; nay, felt for once abashed! a thing most raro with him ! for, being once in error, Satan's prime practice is to stare the steadier for it! to lie the louder! and, with apparent candour, cant out deep penitence and seeming sorrow, for sad mistakes by him at times committed, for want of better information! Such were his pleadings now; but this, e'en this his best excuse, was false, wile falsehood all! The truth, the honest truth lay here. So eager for his prey, Satan had exercised his power too soon,-even five whole seconds ere 'twas

proper midnight! of course, his devilish functions had not legally commerced! On earth, sometimes, such slips. are not regarded; are trifles called ; and grossly overlooked. Bat Pluto's laws are rigid, most implacable ; and to bring culprits, ere their proper time is deemed by Judge Minus, just as bad as hanging thieves before the crime's committed !

Something like this had happened now, and thus the case stood : Squire Hyett and his friends were all released : a Habeas straight was granted them, and, free as air, to Painswick-back they camé.

But this affair was soon bruited ; and roused both simple youth and garrulous old age ! Squire Hyett and his party caught the bint from gossip tongues, and shaped it into form more tangible ! A sketch was drawn of this game of Put, as here described : An artist was employed, who soon a finished picture; the colouring most effective : not quite correct, perhaps, not in what is called good keeping the devil was drawn even blaeker than his horns, too large and frightful! This is a general fault, and most unfair: as to colour, it bas been said already, that his appearance is not quite $0 bad, so very ugly, as at times described! He can pat on even pleasant looks when they best suit his purpose! and his wide mouth assumes a smile; a smile that, from its simple and apparent openness, seems fair and pleasing ! like to a handsome Gothic gateway, his ebony teeth overhanging from the roof, resembled a • huge and rusty old portcullis ; awful to all that entered ! His tail too! bis twisted tail, was much too longalmost preposterous ! One part of it was twirling, and appeared as still within the clock-case, even when bis head and horns, and assassin ears, were peering over Doctor Shatford's shoulders ! But hold,-) must now cut off this devilish tale, and in plain terms relate the consequences! The consequences of the tale were these : The artist showed the picture round to all his friends,-his numerous friends and kindred. Strangers, too, some hundreds came to see it; and it was by most believed to be founded on sheer facts.

The picture shown was then hung up within Pan's Lodge, and answered well the purpose of the parties; the purpose they intended ! which was to frighten fools and idle gossippers : to keep them all afar off ; for such like guests they wished not near them ! hoped never to be plagued with. The gay, the joyous and the witty there assembled-frequently met; and now the credulous, the fair frivolous, and the fearful kept off; steered wide aloof, which was what all the party most desired.

In consequence they now social bon vivants, lived more free, more unmolested, and several months passed on in joyous play, and true convivality.

But pleasure is fugitive ! soon, soon, alas, the good Squire Hyett died. His widow and her son shut up the Lodge; weeks, months kept rolling on--nay yearseven years. Six years or more, say eight, for eight long years the Lodge was not once opened; terror bad spread abroad, and childish fear still awed the neighbouring swains. No peasant passed the spot without some dread, or fear, or trembling curiosity. The worldly minded and most interested stood gaping wide aloof; prudence first paused,—thon dull economy or something worse, soon followed. It was recollected


that large binns of wine were still within the cellar : wipe of richest flavour! for doctor Shatford always chose the wine, allowed to be as good a judge of wine as physic. He of the former drank freely, but little of the latter, yet of both at times, and whenever required he shared it among his friends and patients ! the poor partook, and gratis ! suffice it now to say the widow and her son, bethought upon the wine, and, as a proof of prudence had it sold, and sold by auction too, to make the most on't. For prudence in these matters links with feeling, and feeling moulds itself to each one's taste. This wine so choiced, so highly famed sold for five times the price at which it first was bought. Was not this prudent? Was it not most wise ? Prudence thus gives the profligate their way. She winks at plesantry, connires at play, and punishes by making

all well play,




Who died at Newport, Isle of Wight.

If o'er the prescient eye of Genius caught,
At one quick view, the wide extremes of thought;
If o'er, at Memory's call, ideas sprung,
Or fell in moulded accent from the tongue;
If genuine wit-a mind with knowledge stored,
Or repartoe, e'er crown'd the social board,

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