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had been waiting for the denouement, just at this time the old gentle- 

 man contrived, after several violent efforts, to make his appearance 

 from under his hat; and, having looked at me, and hearing the 

 laughter, judged we were brother sufferers ; so politely raising his 

 damaged beaver, he speedily vanished. 



**As for me, I quickly jumped into the chaise, and told the man 

 to drive as far as the before-mentioned quadrupeds could carry us 

 from the spot, it mattered not in what direction. From the next town, 

 where, by some providential means we arrived, I hurried up to 

 London, and shortly after negociated an exchange into another 

 regiment. 



*' I never heard the fate of Julia Springbok ; but O'Haggerty 

 died abroad." c. 



EVENT IDE. 



(FROM A FOETHCOMING VOLUME OF " LAYS, LEGENDS, AND LYRICS.") 

 BY WILLIAM J. BOSOMWORTH, 



I love to wander in the silvery eve. 



Of some enchanting summer's day. 

 And watch the golden glimmerings weave 



The pensive dirge, and welcome lay. 

 When all the earth is silent, still. 

 And music rises from the rill 

 Like nature's speech, so wild and free. 

 It charms me with its witchery : 

 Oh ! then is the time for thought and song. 

 To watch the merry muses throng. 

 In the gentle gale and the fluttering breeze. 

 And list to their notes in the rustling trees. 

 I'll sit and rest in this silent bower. 



Which is shaded by the hill. 

 And see the stream with its crystal dower. 



Become wedded to the rill ; 



