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him she loved, she quitted the palace, after having broken all the phials 

 in the cabinet except one, which contained a liquid that restored life, but, 

 at the same time, with gentle and tractable manners. She gained the sea- 

 shore, and from thence proceeded to the Dark Tower. She dared not 

 return to the king her father, for she feared his anger. Her love attracted 

 her towards her lover. 



How great was the joy of this unhappy prince when he heard her voice! 

 She made him descend into her bark. After having told him all that had 

 happened, she broke the phial which contained the spell that had been cast 

 over him ; and, letting the boat drive at random, they were soon far away 

 from the Dark Tower. Already they perceived the rays of the sun ; and, 

 charmed at the pleasure of seeing each other, they let their bark drive with- 

 out any attempt at directing it, till it struck on a rock, and went to pieces. 

 The prince took hold of the princess, and swimming with one hand, and 

 supporting her with the other, he gained the coast, which he recollected as 

 the Isle of Savages, where he had been before wrecked by a storm. They 

 found it deserted. He shewed the princess the inhabitants who had 

 perished on looking at him. He took pity on them, and proposed to the 

 princess to restore them to life by means of the liquid which she had in the 

 phial, and which had that power. She consented. They then applied 

 it to all the dead bodies, and reanimated them ; but they had lost all their 

 former ferocity, and received the prince arid princess unanimously as their 

 sovereigns. From that time this island, which had been an island of hor- 

 rors, became at once civilized, and was named ever after the Fortunate 

 Island. 



THE TRAVELLER'S ORACLE. 



" Baked be ye pies to coals! Burn, roast meat, burn! 

 Boil o'er, ye pots : ye spits, forget to turn! 

 Cinderella's death 1" &c. M. LEWIS. 



THE late author of " The Traveller's Oracle" was our valued friend. 

 When he lived, his claret and his conversation oftentimes contributed 

 to our happiness ; his pen, on more than one occasion, to our Mis- 

 cellany. But he is dead; and his jokes and his cutlets and both 

 were a la minute shall delight us no more. It is thus, as we advance in 

 life, that our intimates drop as an over-roasted fowl may drop from the 

 spit off beside us ; but cannot like the fresh fowl that succeeds that 

 over-roasted fowl upon the spit be replaced ! A void is in our heart as 

 well as in our stomach since the author of the work before us died ; and, regu- 

 larly as we miss the once regularly recurring invitation for " Five minutes 

 before five on Wednesday" we sigh, and say to the looking-glass and 

 Ihe card-racks te Where is our friend!" He had the pleasantest 

 humour he whom we loved at squeezing a lemon ; the most mathema- 

 tical candour in dividing the fins of a turbot! The most dexterous master 

 of legerdemain could not have outdone him in snuffing a candle; and we 

 never recollect to have seen him angry but once in our lives and that was 

 when a monster, at a tavern-dinner, cut a haunch of venison the wrong way ! 

 But he is gone! Dead! Mori! as the French say which, as George Col man 



* The Traveller's Oracle: or, Maxims lor Locomotion. By the late W. Kitchiner, 

 M. D. 2 vols. Colburn. 



