statement; and to state, that Mr. Raymer was shooting indiscriminately in the common fields of Duxford, and not particularly upon his own land; that Mr. Fishier has two Manors and considerable property in the said parish; that Mr. F does not shoot in the manor above once in the season; and that the very illiberal and unprecedented conduct of Mr. Raymer to Mr. Fisher, was the cause why an information was laid against him.

3d and last Paragraph,-We have authority to say, that the statement in our paper of the 26th ult. respecting an information laid against Mr. Raymer, of Duxford, by the Rev. Edmund Fisher, jun. of Linton, was correct. In reply to the attack upon Mr. R's conduct, we are desired to add, that so far from Mr. R. acting" illiberally," he very civilly directed Mr. F. to two coveys on the day the information was laid, and Mr. R.'s behaviour on the occasion, and general character for civility, are so well known, that Mrs. Crop, who owns the Paramount Manor, has given Mr. R. a deputation to secure him in future against similar illiberal conduct. It is true, Mr. F. owns a petty Manor, but it is so insignificant, that it is difficult to say in what part of the field it lies. Mr. F. told Mr. Raymer, "that he expected every one should keep off the field on the day he chose to come sporting."

A private letter lately received from Calcutta states, that the elephants in the Rohilchund country have commenced their depredations, and destroyed a number of sugar plantations, to the great detriment of the natives. Parties have been ordered out, in consequence, to shoot these destructive anunals, who being of an inferior size, are only caught for the purpose of taking their teeth.

A tankard and silver cup were, lately stolen out of the parish Church of Hamsey, near Lewes, and a bible and prayer-book out of an Inn, on the same night, in the same neighbourhood.

A Provincial Paper of a recent date contains the following paragraph: Yesterday seven mealfactors (probably malefactors) were executed at the New Drop in Darket-street."

Anecdote,Monsieur Bouret, the famous Fermier General, a man of immense fortune, but stupid. even to a proverb, being one day in the King's apartment at Versailles, L'aul de Beuf, where two noblemen were engaged in a party at Piquet, one of them happening to play the wrong card, and by that lose the game, he exclaimed, "Oh! what a Beuret am I!"-Offended at this liberty, Bouret instantly resented it, in these words: Sir, you are an ass!"" The very thing I meant !" replied the other, with a sang froid that gave the epigram its full poignancy.

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A Pedestrian Race.-Two gentlemen of Manchester, the one an Organist, the other a Tailor, a short time since ran a race, once round Kersal-moor, for one guinea a side. Both of them being of Falstaffian dimension, the singularity of the scene excited no small interest, and a very considerable number of spectators attended.They had not run more than half round, when the lungs, or bellows, of the Organist shewed limping symptoms of a want of wind; and the triumphant Tailor clipt the laurels of his antagonist, by running away with the guinea and the glory.

A Barber, in a town in Devonshire, put a transparency over his door, on the night of illuminating for peace, containing these words: -"Shave and draw Teeth, during the Illumination, at Half-Price."

POETRY,

LORD MAYOR'S DAY,

IN PARODIES FROM SHAKESPEARE.

For a Muse of fire, that would em-
blazon

The brightest morn o'th city calendar;
A stage for Lords, and eke for Peers and
Princes,

And Monarchs, to behold the passing

scene !

Then should they see our knighted Ma

gistrate

Assume the port of King; and, at his side,

Like body-guards, bright splendour, wealth, and plenty, Crowd for employment:-pardon, gentles all,

The flat unpensioned laureat, that hath dared

In these unworthy numbers, to bring forth

So great an object. Can this paper hold London's vast theme? Can we compress In the Sporting Magazine, the champion That did affright the very air in Cheapside With open mouth, gaping on his bright armour?

O pardon 'tis your thoughts must deck our show,

Carry it here and there, hurry it thro'

The new-appointed Mayor at Queenstreet Stairs

Embark his royalty; and there his com

pany

With silken streamers the young gazers pleasing,

Painted with different fancies; have be

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For where is the soul that escapes The subtle and searching sensation? It comes in all manner of shapes,

And fills the whole range of creation.

It spares neither aged nor young,

But travels the blessed world over ; And though never told by the tongue, The eyes are most sure to discover. 'Tis the essence of spiritual flame,

The source of each tender emotion;
A feeling that fills the whole frame,
And speaks in each feature and motion,

It warms ev'ry thought of the soul,
It opes a new world to the senses;
Fair fancy it frees from controu),

And breaks down stupidity's fences.
It opens the mind of the Sage;

The growth of bright genius it quick

ens;

Gives warmth to the coldness of age,

And health to the bosom that sickens.

If sometimes the source of much pain, Its joys, in proportion, are greater; And though long we suffer in vain,

Reward will come sooner or later. Thus Phyllis once broke my repose,

But Myra is not so hard-hearted; Her kindness has banished my woes, And cur'd all the wounds that one smarted.

Now, as for myself, I declare,

The passion I ne'er will let languish;
For sweet are the smiles of the fair,
And frowns are my torment and an-
guish.

O those who have known well as I,
The value of love's sacred pleasures,
Find charms in the glance of an eye,
Surpassing the world's richest treasures,

The Sex then, in bumpers, I'll boast,

Whilst wine I can purchase or borrow; For comfort without them were lost,

And life would be nothing but sorrow. They e'er shall be praised by my pen,

Their health I will drink in my glasses, For who cares a straw for the men,

So long as he's lov'd by the lasses?