“A LAWYER’S STORY.—­Tom strikes Dick over the shoulders with a rattan as big as your little finger.  A lawyer would tell you the story something in this way:—­And that, whereas the said Thomas, at the said Providence, in the year and day aforesaid, in and upon the body of the said Richard, in the peace of God and the State, then and there being, did make a most violent assault and inflicted a great many and divers blows, kicks, cuffs, thumps, bumps, contusions, gashes, wounds, hurts, damages, and injuries, in and upon the head, neck, breast, stomach, lips, knees, shins, and heels of the said Richard, with divers sticks, staves, canes, poles, clubs, logs of wood, stones, guns, dirks, swords, daggers, pistols, cutlasses, bludgeons, blunderbusses, and boarding pikes, then and there held in the hands, fists, claws, and clutches of him the said Thomas.”

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WATERLOO—­“FORGET ME NOT.”

    “On one of these graves I observed the little wild blue flower,
    known by the name of ’Forget me not’.”—­Visit to the Field of
    Waterloo.

  No marble tells, nor columns rise,
    To bid the passing stranger mourn,
  Where valour fought, and bled, and died,
    From friends and life abruptly torn.

  Yet on the earth that veils[10] their heads,
    Where bravest hearts are doom’d to rot,
  This simple flower, with meek appeal,
    Prefers the prayer “Forget me not.”

  Forget! forbid my heart responds
    While bending o’er the hero’s grave—­
  Forbid that e’er oblivion’s gloom
    Should shade the spot where rest the brave.

  Fond kindred at this awful shrine
    Will oft, with footsteps faltering,
  Approach and drop the pious tear—­
    Sad Memory’s purest offering.

  And well their country marks those deeds—­
    The land that gave each bosom fire: 
  Deeds that her proudest triumph won,
    But gaining, saw her sons expire.

  And ages hence will Britain’s sons,
    As trophied tributes meet their view,
  Admire, exult—­yet mourn the pangs
    These glories cost, at Waterloo.

D.

    [10] The layer of earth scarce covers the bodies, so may be
    called a veil.

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SWORD PRESENTED BY THE KING TO THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON, ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF WATERLOO.

On the hilt, and executed in high relief, are branches of oak surrounding the crown.  The bark of the branches are opening, which display the words—­“India, Copenhagen, Peninsula, and Waterloo.”  The top part of the scabbard exhibits his majesty’s arms, initials, and crown; the middle of the scabbard exhibits the arms and orders of the Duke of Wellington on the one side, and on the reverse his batons.  The lower end has the thunderbolt and wings, the whole