his throat in the right place, and I felt confident it would hold.

had a relish for fresh meat, gallopped back to strip the two bulls of the remaining titbits; but before midnight all had returned; and to the accompaniment of the hump ribs, spurt in the cheerful blaze, I recounted to my companions the details of my adventure.

SONGS AND BALLADS.

BY A BACKWOODSMAN.

No. VI.

BESSY DALRY.

BESSY DALRY was one of the sweet wild flowers that blossomed beside me in the morning path of life, and was all that I attempt to say of her in the following verses.

The moment the bull felt the jerk upon his throat, he dashed madly out from the tree, and then commenced running in circles arounding it. Contrary to my intention, the rope had slipped from my hands at the first drag upon it. My position was rather an unsteady one, for the branches were slender, and I could not manage matters as well as I could have wished. But I now felt confident enough. The bull was tethered, and it only remained for me to get out beyond the length of his tether, and take to my heels. My gun lay on one side, near the tree, where I had dropped it in my race: this, of course. I meant to carry off with me. I waited, therefore, until the animal, in one of his circles, had got round to the opposite side, and then slipping down the trunk, I sprang out, picked up my rifle, and ran. I knew the trail rope to be about twenty yards in length, but I ran one hundred at least before making halt. I had even thoughts of continuing on, as I still could not help some misgivings about the rope. The bull was one of the largest and strongest I had ever seen. The rope might break, the knot upon the tree might give way, or the noose might slip over his head. Curiosity, however, or rather a desire to be assured of my safety prompted me to look around, when, to my joy, I beheld the huge monster stretched upon the plain. I could see the rope as tight as a bow-string; and the tongue protruding from the animal's jaws, shewed me that he was strangling himself as fast as I could desire.

At the sight, the idea of buffalo-tongue for supper returned in all its vigour; and it now occurred to me that I should eat that very tongue, and no other. I immediately turned in my tracks, ran towards my powder and balls-which, in my eagerness to escape, I had forgotten all about-seized the horn and pouch, poured in a charge, rammed down a bullet, and then stealing nimbly up behind the still struggling bull, I placed the muzzle within three feet of his brisket, and fired. He give a death-kick or two, and then lay quiet it was all over with him.

I had the tongue from between his teeth in a twinkling; and proceeding to the other bull, I finished the operations I had commenced upon him. I was too tired to think of carrying a very heavy load; so I contented myself with the tongues, and slinging these over the barrel of my rifle, I shouldered it, and commenced groping my way back to camp. The moon had risen, and I had no difficulty in following my own trail; but before I had got half-way, I met several of my companions. My horse had got back a little before sunset. His appearance had of course produced alarm, and half the camp had turned out in search of me. Several, who

A more devoted affection than she bestowed on the two helpless beings, that Heaven had thrown upon her care would be difficult to instance.

She was their constant attendant, and never seemed happy, nor looked so lovely as when endeavouring to soothe and alleviate their suffering-I saw her follow the remains of a poor brother to the grave, who had struggled hard for three years, and I saw her return to stipulate with him, who had long had her earthly affections, ere she becanie his forever, never to be separated from the parent, she had so devotedly cherished through years of sickness and want. They came to the New World, where her mother's dust lies-and Bessy Dalry has long been the mistress of a smiling Farm in the State of New York.

Such redeeming traits of the heart, are the green spots of time-traces of the divinity, still to be found here-like springs in the desert.When looking over the Day-Book of life, we turn down a leaf of them, as land marks to refer to, when the mind can be refreshed, when wearied out, with the guilt and ingratitude of a sordid and selfish world.

My blessings upon thee, sweet Bessy Dalry,
My blessings upon thee, sweet Bessy Dalry,
There's no one sae bonnie 'tween Berwick and
Swinnie,

Nor yet half sae guid as sweet Bessy Dalry. Her helpless auld mither, and her bed ridden brither,

She's never awanting whenever they cry,
Seek Tweed a'thegither, ye'll no find anither.
To marrow I trow, bonnie Bessy Dalry.

Her form it is faultless, her bonnie blue eye,
Is just like the licht of the soft summers sky,
And then her sweet lips, O' the bee never sips

O' a floweret sae sweet as young Bessy Dalry. Though mine be the Ha house, and hers but the

Shieling

The scorn O' the warld, and its laugh I'd defy,
And reckon as naething, compared wi the blessing
Of sharing it a wi sweet Bessy Dalry.

When looking the meadow, or loaning the Kye,
I aye think I will, but can never gang by,
Whene'er I come near hand, there aye some bit
errand

For stopping to speak wi sweet Bessy Dalry,
To ask about Willie, or speer for her mither,
And some wee bit wordie to whisper forby,
A' the less then I seek, is the blush on her
cheek,

"By St. Agatha! I believe there is something in the shape of a tear in these dark eyes of mine, about which the women rave so unmercifully," said the young Fitzclarence, as, after an absence

And the stown look O' love O' sweet Bessy of two years, he came once more in sight of his

Dalry.

Then come to my bosom, sweet Bessy Dalry,
O come to my bosom, sweet Bessy Dalry,
Ilk ane sall be ready to wait on my lady,

I prize thee in Plaidie sweet Bessy Dalry. Through life heaven granting, there nought be awanting,

That love ere can think O' or siller can buy.
And ilk wish O' them, sall ever be mine,
Gin ye'll ha my ain Bonnie Bessy Dalry

CURIOUS CHINESE SAYINGS.-When a man seeks advice and won't follow it, they compare him to a mole that's continually calling out for the newspaper.' A drunkard's nose is said to be "a lighthouse warning us of the little water that passes underneath."-If a man is fond of dabling in law, they say "he bathes in a sea of sharks." -The father who neglects his child is said "to run through life with a wild donkey tied to his pigtail."-The young wife of an old man is compared to "the light in a sick bedroom."-Their picture of ambition is "a Mandarin trying to catch a comet, by putting salt on its tail."-And mock philanthropy has been described by one of their greatest poets as "giving a mermaid a pair of

boots."

THE LAW'S DELAY.-If, in the celebrated arbitration case of Paris and the apple of Discord the three goddesses-Venus, Juno, and Minerva had been each defended by Counsel, we wonder when the case would have come to an end? The apple would have been thrown into Chancery as a matter of course, and the chances are that the celebrated judgement would not have been delivered at the present day!

A BITTER TRUTH.-If a person has any defect, such as a club foot, or a squint, or bad teeth, or an ugly wife, or has lost a leg, or his hair, and you remind him of it; or if he has been guilty of anything he has reason to be ashamed of such as writing in the magazines, or riding outside a penny omnibus, and you make allusions to it before company-that is what constitutes a "Bitter Truth."

native village of Malhamdale. He stood upon the neighbouring heights, and watched the curling smoke coming up from the cottage chimneys in the clear blue sky of evening, and he saw the last beams of the setting sun playing upon the western walls of his father's old baronial mansion, and a little farther off, he could distinguish the trees and pleasure-grounds of Sir Meredith Appleby's less ancient seat. Then he thought of Julia Appleby, the baronet's only child, his youthful playmate, his first friend, and his first love; and as he thought of her he sighed. I wonder why he sighed! When they parted two years before, sanctioned and encouraged by their res pective parents, (for there was nothing the old people wished more than a union between the families,) they had sworn eternal fidelity, and plighted their hearts irrevocably to each other. Fitzclarence thought of all this, and again he sighed. Different people are differently affected by the same things. After so long an absence, many a man would, in the exuberance of his feelings, have thrown himself down on the first bed of wild-flowers he came to, and spouted long speeches to himself out of all known plays. Our hero preferred indulging in the following little soliloquy :-"My father will be amazingly glad to see me," said he to himself; "and so will my mother, and so will my old friend the antedeluvian butler Morgan-ap-Morgan, and so will the pointerbitch Juno and so will my pony Troilus; a pretty figure, by the bye, I should cut now upon Troilus, in this gay military garb of mine, with my sword rattling between his legs, and my white plumes streaming in the air like a rainbow over him! And Sir Meredith Appleby, too, with his great gouty leg, will hobble through the room in ecstacy as soon as I present myself before him; and Julia, poor Julia, will blush, and smile, and come

flying into my arms like a snuttlecock. Heigho! I am a very miserable young officer. The silly girl loves me; her imagination is all crammed with hearts and darts; she will bore me to death with her sighs, and her tender glances, and her allusions to time past, and her hopes of time to come, and all the artillery of a love-sick child's brain.-What in the name of the Pleiades, am I to do? I believe I had a sort of penchant for her once, when I was a mere boy in my nurse's leading-strings; I believe I did give her some slight hopes at one time or other; but, now-O! Rosalind! dear-delightful !"

Here his feelings overpowered him, and pulling a miniature from his bosom he covered it with kisses. Sorry am I to be obliged to confess that it was not the miniature of Julia.

in it when she rose. One naturally expected that she was about to replace this ornament with something more splendid-a few jewels, perhaps; but she was not going to do any such thing. She rung the bell; her confidential attendant, Alice, answered the summons. "La! Ma'am," said she, "what is the matter? You loos as ill as my aunt Bridget."-" You have heard me talk of Alfred Fitzclarence, Alice, have you not?" said the lady, languidly, and at the time slightly blushing. “O! yes. Ma'am, I think I have. He was to be married to you before he went to the wars "-" He has returned, Alice, and he will break his heart if he

finds I no longer love him. But he has been so long away, and Harry Dalton has been so constantly with me, and his tastes and mine are so congenial;-I'm sure you know, Alice, I'm not "But what is to be done ?" he at length resufickle, but how could I avoid it? Harry Dalton med, "the poor girl will go mad; she will hang is so handsome, and so amiable!"-To be sure, herself in her garters; or drown herself, like Ma'am, you had the best right to choose for yourOphelia, in a brook, under a willow. And I shall self; and so Mr. Fitzclarence must just break his be her murderer! I, who have never yet knocked heart if he pleases, or else fight a desperate duel on the head a single man in the field of battle, with Mr. Dalton, with his swords and guns,"—" O! will commence my warlike operations by breaking Alice, you frighten me to death. the heart of a woman. By St. Agatha it must no duels fought for me. Though my bridal bed not be! I must be true to my engagement: yes, should be my grave, I shall be true to my word. though I become myself a martyr, I must obey the The bare suspicion of my inconstancy would turn dictates of honour. Forgive me, Rosalind, heaven-poor Alfred mad. I know how he doats upon me. liest object of my adoration! Let not thy Fitz-I must go to the altar, Alice, like a lamb to the

clarence".

Here his voice became inarticulate; and, as he winded down the hill, nothing was heard but the echoes of the multitudinous kisses he continued to lavish on the little brilliantly-set portrait he

held in his hands.

Next morning, Sir Meredith Appleby was just in the midst of a very sumptuous breakfast, (for, notwithstanding his gout, the baronet contrived to preserve his appetite,) and the pretty Julia was presiding over the tea and coffee at the other end of the table, immediately opposite her papa, with the large long-eared spaniel sitting beside her, and ever and anon looking wistfully into her face, when a servant brought in, or a little silver tray, a letter for Sir Meredith. The old gentleman read it aloud; it was from the elder Fitzclarence:-"My dear friend, Alfred arrived last night. He and I will dine with you to-day. Your's Fitzclarence" -Julia's cheeks grew first as white as her brow, and then as red as her lips. As soon as breakfast was over, she retired to her own apartment, whither we must, for once, take the liberty of following her.

There shall be

slaughter. Were I to refuse him, you may depend upon it he would put an end to his life with five loaded pistols. Only think of that, Alice; what could I say for myself, were his remains found in his bed some morning?" History does not report what Alice said her mistress might, under such circumstances, siy for herself; but it is certain that they remained talking together till the third dinner-bell rang.

The Fitzclarences were both true to their engagements; but notwithstanding every exertion on the part of the two old gentlemen, they could not exactly bring about that "flow of soul" which they had hope to see animating the young people. At length, after the cloth was removed, a few bumpers of claret had warmed Sir Meredith's heart, he said boldly,-" Julia, my love, as Alfred does not seem to be much of a wine-bibber, suppose you show him the improvements in the gardens and hot-houses, whilst we sexagenarians remain where we are, to drink to the health of both, and talk over family matters." Alfred, thus called upon, could not avoid rising from his seat, and offering Julia his arm, she accepted it with a blush She sat herself down before her mirror, and de- and they walked off together in silence. "How liberately took from her hair a very tasteful little devotedly he loves me !" thought Julia, with a sigh. knot of fictitious flowers, which she had fastened"No, no, I cannot break his heart.”—“ Poor girl"

thought Alfred, bringing one of the curls of his whiskers more killingly over his cheek; "her affections are irrevocably fixed on me; the slightest attention calls to her face all the roses of Sharon."

They proceeded down a long gravel-walk, bordered on both sides with fragrant and flowery shrubs; but, except that the pebbles rubbed against each other as they passed over them, there was not a sound to be heard. Julia, however, was observed to hem twice, and we have been told that Fitzclarence coughed more than once. At length the lady stopped, and plucked a rose. Fitzclarence stopped also and plucked a lily. Julia smiled; so did Alfred.

quote Latin."

Julia's smile was chased away by a sigh; Alfred de gustibus-I beg your pardon, I was going to "Well, I believe you are right; and besides, immediately sighed also. Checking himself, however, he saw the absolute necessity of commencing a conversation. "Miss Appleby!" said he at last-"Sir ?"-"It is two years, I HOW TO GROW A PINK OF FASHION.-This Pink think, since we parted."-"Yes; two years on mould should be the very mould of form. It grows must be planted in the most aristocratic soil. The the fifteenth of this month." Alfred was silent. mostly in the open air, and Belgravia may be "How she adores me!" thought he; "she can looked upon as the great nursery for these Pinks. tell to a moment how long it is since we last Several favourable specimens, also, have been met.”—There was a pause.-"You have seen, operas, and similar fashionable forcing houses. It reared at the theatres, the Italian and French no doubt, a great deal since you left Malham- is met with in great profusion at the balls of the dale?" said Julia.-"O! a very great deal," re- nobility. The latter specimen, however, cannot plied her lover. Miss Appleby hemmed once bear the daylight. It is put into a hot bed the more, and then drew in a mouthful of courage. there it remains closed up and almost dead until first thing when carried home in the morning, and "I understand the ladies of England and Ireland the evening, when it just begins to lift its droopare much more attractive than those of Wales." ing head. It is about twelve o'clock at night -"Generally speaking, I believe they are."that it is seen to the most blooming advantage. “Sir!”—That is—I mean, I beg your pardon-called champagne, and, if it is at all faint, a little Your Pink of Fashion is watered with a liquid the truth is I should have said-that-that-piece of chicken and ham, and a few crumbs of you have dropped your rose." Fitzclarence stooped to pick it up; but in so doing, the little miniature which he wore round his neck escaped from under his waistcoat, and though he did not observe it, it was hanging conspicuously on his breast, like an order, when he presented the flower to Julia.

"Good heavens! Fitzclarence, that is my cousin Rosalind!"

"Your cousin Rosalind! where? how?-the miniature! It is all over with me! The murder is out! Lord bless mel Julia, how pale you have grown; yet hear me! be comforted. I am a very wretch; but, I shall be faithful; do not turn away, love; do not weep; Julia! Julia ! what is the matter with you?-By Jove' she is in hysterics; she will go distracted! Julia! I will marry you. I swear to you by

"Do not swear by anything at all," cried Julia, mable any longer to conceal her rapture, "least you be transported for perjury. You are my own-my very best Alfred!"

bread applied to the mouth of the delicate flower, will revive it wonderfully. It is a very tender plant, though it has been been known to bloom for two or three seasons. The greatest care, however, is requisite to keep it from the cold, for its beauty is so sensitive, that the slightest neglect will nip it in the bud. The Pink is of several colours, but the white with a beautiful maiden blush is the specimen most preferred. This Pink usually carries its head very high, and though not distinguished for any particular amount of scents, still it is eagerly taken in hand in society for its (s) talk. The Pink or Fashion is mostly single, but cases of double Pinks have been recorded. The double (or married) Pink, however, does not excite one half the interest of the one that is single.

TO POLICEMEN ABOUT TO MARRY.-When you are about to marry, visit as many cooks as you can, so as to give you the widest possible area for your choice. Avoid housemaids, whose occupa tion does not admit of the accumulation of much dust to come down with; and remember that there is nothing like kitchen-stuff for greasing the wheel of fortune. When married, a policeman will be justified in living above his station—if be can get a room there for nothing.

SEDERUNT XX.

and on the sponge he poured out a sma' (Major and Doctor chatting before the fire. quantity o' the Lethean fluid, and—I remem

-Enter Laird with face bound up.)

MAJOR.-Hallo! my dear Laird, what has been the matter with you, that you thus make your appearance, with your head swathed in rags, much after the fashion of a mummy?

ber naething mair.

MAJOR.-The operation was perfectly sue

cessful.

LAIRD.--It was, an' all I have to say is,were ony o' my friends suffering as I was, I wad recommed them to mak' use o' it. It is maist pleasant to tak', an' it is a great satisfaetion to know that ye winna' feel ony pain.

DOCTOR. You little know, Laird, the dan.

LAIRD.-A tooth, Major, an auld troublesome tooth that for the sax days past has worried me body an' mind a'maist to death, ger you run in these experiments. Chlorotill at last Grizzy persuaded me to pluck up form is an agent requiring especial care in its courage an' hae it oot. I went to some den- administration. I see by a late number of the tist chap in the city, but when I saw his fear- Medical Times and Gazette, that no less than some instruments, the pain departed, an' were three deaths occured in hospital practice duI not ashamed o' mysel' I wad e'en have taken ring last October, in Great Britain. One at my departure too. As it was, I sat me down the Edinburgh Infirmary, another at Univeran' began questioning the fellow as to the prosity College Hospital, and a third at Saint priety of having the tooth out. He assured me that it was absolutely necessary, I then asked whether the operation wad be a painfu' ane. Not at all, he replied, we always administer chloroform now, that is, if the patient is willing, and they generally follow our recommendation; it is an easy matter; you are insensible for a minute, and when you come to, you find the tooth gone.

Bartholomew's

LAIRD. Ma conscience!

DOCTOR.-And it would appear that, at least in the Edinburgh case, that death was the result of the careless manner in which chloroform was administered, viz:-that of simply wetting a handkerchief with the fluid and applying it to the face.

LAIRD.-Cease, Doctor, I pray you, I will DOCTOR. So you were verdant enough to na' have another tooth pulled, I mean by try chloroform.

chloroform.

LAIRD.-Verdant! Na, na. Like a sensi- DOCTOR.-I will read you, for I think the ble child I submitted. The dentist took a matter of sufficient importance to warrant its handkerchief in which was placed a sponge, introduction to the Shanty, and, particularly