that at foursore he would gallop his horse for many miles together.

When Richard left Whitehall, he was very careful to preserve the addresses sent to him from every part of the kingdom, expressing, "that the salvation of the nation depended upon his safety, and his acceptance of the sovereignty;" and many of them proffering him even the lives and fortunes of the addressers; these were packed in a small round trunk, deposited in a dirty garret, and never shown, except to new-made acquaintances in the moment of conviviality. On these occasions, the quondam Protector,followed by his company with the bottle and glasses, seated the new man on the trunk, and filling him a bumper, made him drink Prosperity to Old England;' with a caution, at the same time, to sit lighty, for he had no less than the lives and fortunes of all the good people of England under him: the trunk was then opened, and the original addresses shown him, which created no small mirth and laughter.

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WHAT IS LOVE?

TELL me, what can mean this riot
In my pulse wheu Damon's nigh;
That my breast is never quiet,

Ever heaving with a sigh?

If such tokens don't discover
What it is to be a lover,

Then, O tell me, what am I?
But, alas! poor thoughtless creature!
By each pulse betray'd and sigh,
There's a tongue in every feature,
And a thousand in the eye
Which to Damon will discover
What it is to be a lover,

And to tell him, what am I.

FENTON.

OME poetry may be said to possess the power of alchemy; for whatever it describes, it con

Sir Walter Scott has thus consecrated Norham Castle in the opening stanzas of his Marmion, a Tale of Flodden Field: and we therefore hand it to our readers under the conviction, that, did we attempt any alteraation, we should injure the subject.

DAY set on Norham's castled steep,
And Tweed's fair river, broad and deep,
And Cheviot's mountains lone:

The battled towers, the Donjon Keep,
The loop-hole grates where captives weep,
The flanking walls that round it sweep,
In yellow lustre shone.

The warriors on the turrets high,
Moving athwart the evening sky,

Seem'd forms of giant height:
Their armour, as it caught the rays,
Flash'd back again the western blaze,
In lines of dazzling light.

St. George's banner, broad and gay,
Now faded, as the fading ray

Less bright and less, was flung;
The evening gale had scarce the power
To wave it the Donjon tower,

NO. IX.

K

The scouts had parted on their search,
The castle gates were barr'd;
Above the gloomy portal arch,
Timing his footsteps to a march,
The warder kept his guard;
Low humming, as he paced along,
Some ancient Border gathering-song.
A distant trampling sound he hears;
He looks abroad, and soon appears,
O'er Horncliff-hill a plump of spears,
Beneath a pennon gay;

A horseman, darting from the crowd,
Like lightning from a summer cloud,
Spurs on his mettled courser proud,
Before the dark
array.
Beneath the sable palaisade,
That closed the castle barricade,
His bugle-horn he blew;

The warder hasted from the wall,
And warn'd the captain in the hall,
For well the blast he knew;
And joyfully that Knight did call,
To sewer, squire, and seneschal.
"Now broach ye a pipe of Malvoisie,
Bring pasties of the doe,

And quickly make the entrance free,
And bid my heralds ready be,
And every minstrel sound his glee,
And all our trumpets blow;

And, from the platform, spare ye not
To fire a noble salvo-shot;

Lord Marmion waits below."

Then to the Castle's lower ward
Sped forty yeomen tall,
The iron-studded gates unbarr'd,
Raised the portcullis' ponderous guard,
The lofty palaisade unsparr'd,

And let the draw-bridge fall.

THE ruinous castle of Norham, (anciently called Ubbandford,) is situated on the southern bank of the Tweed, about six miles above Berwick, and where that river is still the boundary between England and Scotland. The extent of its ruins, as well as its historical importance, shews it to have been a place of magnificence, as well as strength. Edward I. resided there when he was created

umpire of the dispute concerning the Scottish succession It was repeatedly taken and retaken during the wars be tween England and Scotland; and, indeed, scarce any happened, in which it had not a principal share. Norham Castle is situated on a steep bank, which overhangs the river. The repeated sieges which the castle had sustained, rendered frequent repairs necessary. If 1164 it was almost rebuilt by Hugh Pudsey, bishop of Durham, who added a huge keep, or donjon; notwithstanding which, King Henry II., in 1174, took the castle from the bishop, aud committed the keeping of it to William de Neville. After this period it seems to have been chiefly garrisoned by the king, and considered as a royal fortress. The Greys of Chillinghame Castle were frequently the castellans or captains of the garrison: Yet, as the castle was situated in the patrimony of St. Cuthbert, the property was in the see of Durham till the Reformation. After that period it passed through various hands. At the union of the crowns, it was in the possession of Sir Robert Carey, (after wards Earl of Monmouth,) for his own life, and that of two of his sons. After King James's accession, Carey sold Norham Castle to George Home, Earl of Dunbar, for 60007.

According to Mr. Pinkerton, there is, in the British Museum, Cal. B. 6. 216. a curious memoir of the Dacres on the state of Norham Castle in 1522, not long after the battle of Flodden. The inner ward, or keep, is represented as impregnable: "The provisions are three great vats of salt eels, forty-four kine, three hogshead of salted salmon, forty quarters of grain, besides many cows, and four hundred sheep lying under the castle-wall nightly; but a number of arrows wanted feathers, and a good Fletcher (i. e. maker of arrows) was required."

name.

ALDERMAN PICKETT.

THE memory of Alderman Pickett will be ever remembered with respect; for by his exertions those improvements near Temple Bar were principally effected, which, by the unanimous resolution of the city, now bear his His family were, however, swept off in the bloom of their youth.-His daughter fell a victim to filial affection in endeavouring to cover her father's face with her handkerchief, whilst asleep in his dining-room, her dress caught fire, and she was so much burnt as to occasion her death. His son, Lieut. Picket, was on slain board the Triton East Indiamen, in Tellicherry Roads, by a body of French, who made their escape from prison and seized the ship.

DR. WATTS

RESIDED for thirty-six years in the manor-house at Stoke Newington, then the seat of Sir Thomas Abney. The golden oak, at the top of the house, is noticed by Dr. Watts, in his Lyric Poems, as well as the other parts of the mansion, then just built. Mrs. Abuey, the daughter of Sir Thomas, ordered, by her last will, that this estate should be sold, and the produce distributed in chari table donations.

MAN'S SUPERIORITY.

OF all that live, and move, and breathe,
Man only rises o'er his birth;

He looks above, around, beneath,

At once the heir of heaven and earth:
Force, cunning, speed, which nature gave
The various tribes throughout her plan,
Life to enjoy, from death to save,

-These are the lowest powers of man.
From strength to strength he travels on,
He leaves the lingering brute behind;
And when a few short years are gone
He soars a disembodied mind:
Beyond the grave, with hope sublime,
Destined a nobler course to run,
In his career the end of time
Is but eternity begun!