them.  They swim, dive, rise, and blow, much like other whales, throwing up their tails when scared, or when intending to take a deep dive, in the same manner, but exhibiting far greater quickness in foreseeing and avoiding the approach of enemies.  No satisfactory use has been assigned for the horn that arms the male narwal, nor should any reason be conjectured for its presence that involves its possessor’s mode of procuring food, since the same necessity would be unprovided for in the female; yet I have sometimes thought the horn was employed to dislodge the flat-fish, on which the unicorn feeds, from the recesses of the bottom, where they would naturally conceal themselves at the sight of their enemy; and if the narwal seeks its prey in company, as, from its constant appearance in a shoal, may be concluded, the raking of the horns amidst the weeds and ooze would be as serviceable to the unarmed females as to their gallant consorts.

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THE GATHERER.

  A snapper up of unconsidered trifles. 
  SHAKSPEARE.

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OLD LOVE SONG.

  When the bright God of day
  Drove to westward his way,
    And the ev’ning was charming and clear,
  When the swallows amain,
  Nimbly skimm’d o’er the plain,
    And the shadows like giants appear.

  In a jessamin bower,
  When the bean was in flower,
    And the zephyrs breath’d odours around,
  Lovely Coelia she sat,
  With her song, and spinnet,
    To charm all the grove with the sound.

  Rosy bowers she sung,
  While the harmony rung,
    And the birds did all flutt’ring arrive,
  The industrious bees
  From the flowers and trees,
    Gently humm’d with their sweets to the hive.

  Now the gay god of love,
  As he flew o’er the grove,
    By zephyrs conducted along,
  While she play’d on the strings,
  He beat time with his wings,
    And an echo repeated the song.

  Oh ye mortals beware
  How ye venture too near,
    Love doubly is armed to wound;
  From her eyes if you run,
  You are surely undone
    If she reach but your ears with the sound.

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EPITAPH ON A LAWYER.

The following inscription is taken from a tomb in St. Pancras churchyard, Middlesex.  It is a flat stone, which some years since lay even with the ground, but was, about 1815, raised on a few tier of bricks, (to prevent obliteration by footsteps,) by order of the church-wardens, as I was informed by the grave-digger, and which, no doubt, was done on account of the singularity of the lines.  The situation of the tomb is not far from the east corner of the church, a little beyond a lofty tomb with a monument.  The inscription, from time, has been much defaced, and the verse is not easily made out by a stranger; but I have recollected it since about the year 1778, when it was very perfect.  I saw the same in 1817, and took a copy as under:—­