The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 49 pages of information about The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction.

The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 49 pages of information about The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction.

The said John came, &c., and did not deny the said agreement; and because it appeared to the court that such a suit ought not to subsist among Christians, the aforesaid parties are therefore adjourned to the infernal regions, there to hear their judgment; and both parties were amerced, &c.—­by William de Scargell Snesclal.

The above is an exact translation of the original Latin; and if this is inserted in your entertaining work, I will make inquiries respecting the proceedings.

W.H.H.

    [3] Notwithstanding our correspondent’s equivocal title to this
        article, we beg to assure our readers, who may suspect us of
        diablerie, that we are not a party to the purchase or sale. 
        Could an ejectment in this case be effected by common law?

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PREVENTION OF EFFLUVIUM.

(To the Editor of the Mirror.)

Sir,—­The choruret of lime is recommended for preventing bad smells from water-closets, &c.  Can any of your correspondents oblige me and the public by communicating the least expensive method of preparing it ready for use, and also to state the proper quantity to be used?

C.C.C.C.

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NANCY LEWIS,

(A CASTLE BAYNARD LYRIC.)

(For the Mirror.)

  My peace is fled—­I cannot rest,—­
    The tale I tell most true is;
  My heart’s been stolen from my breast,
    By lovely Nancy Lewis.

  Fair is the blossom of the thorn,
    And bright the morning dew is;
  But sweeter than the dewy morn
    The smiles of Nancy Lewis.

  The eye that’s sparkling black I love,
    Ay, more than that which blue is;
  And thine are like two stars above,
    And sloe black—­Nancy Lewis.

  Alas! alas! their power I feel;
    My bosom pierced right through is: 
  In pity, then, my bosom heal,
    My charming Nancy Lewis.

  Oh! bless me with thy heaven of charms,
    And take a heart that true is,
  While circling life my bosom warms
    In thine dear Nancy Lewis.

F. G——­N.

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THE NOVELIST

No.  CXII.

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A MOUNTAIN STORY.

In one of the most picturesque parts of the western Highlands of Scotland stands an inn, which is much frequented by travellers.  This inn itself adds considerably to the beauty of the landscape.  It was formerly a manor-house; and the sedate grandeur of its appearance is in such good keeping with the scenes in its neighbourhood, and so little in accordance with its present appropriation, that travellers more

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