slaves) were seated round their Bashaw. No drums or warlike instruments of any kind were in the retinue of this chieftain, nor was the avenue leading to his person guarded by steel. A dignity and decorum of the soberest cast distinguished the followers of the prophet from the tumultuous din of Ashantee custom. Policy at this time forbade my giving the salutation in a language known to them; still the reception I met with was courteous but dignified. "At last I approached the avenue where the king was seated. The martial instruments surrounding the throne suddenly burst upon the hearing in heavy peals, and the|| household slaves advanced, flourishing their scimiters over my head with menacing violence. This threatening ceremony was directed with renovating vigour as I advanced to take the king's hand, but having as it were won the contested honour in the late struggle, my opponents quietly suffered me to enjoy the prize, for the music ceased, the guards retired from the presence, and I was quietly permitted to pay my respects. The king extended his hand with great complacency, yet with a dignity that created admiration and respect, for it was even more than national. The features of the monarch were placid, yet serious, with the exception of his eyes, which seemed rivetted in goodnatured admiration, although they were not permitted to convey this feeling to the muscles of his face. The salutation murmured by the sovereign was re-echoed by an officer in attendance, and reported to me as follows: Sai thanks the gods he sees you, and the other white men, and all your people.' The royal chair was a specimen of some ingenuity, yet the workmanship was rude. Its arms and legs were carved from the solid into grotesque forms, and embossed with little ornamental casts of gold. Several Caboceers in waiting were decorated with massive gold breast plates, chains of the same metal, and solid lumps of rock-gold, of the weight, perhaps, of a pound or more each. The royal messengers stood behind the sovereign, shouldering by the blades large crooked sabres, the emblems of their offices, and displaying the reversed hilts, cased in thin gold sheathing. In another position, at the back of the king's chair, a select few stood erect as guards, and were armed with common English muskets in gold casing, and habited in grotesque apparel, which consisted of a large helmet or plume of feathers of the Argus bird, sloping backward over the head, in form not very unlike those which, according to history, were worn by the inhabitants of America, and particularly in the empire of Mexico, by the warriors of that nation. In front of the plume was an arching pair of ram's horns, cased in gold, and attached by the centre to several charms and amulets, neatly sheathed in morocco leather. A scull-cap united the whole, and a long tiger's tail flowed down over a close-bodied jacket, that concealed every part but the arms, in a perfect mail of magical charms, also richly ornamented in gold, silver, or stained leather. A simple covering of cloth girded about the loins, fell half way down the thigh, and left the rest of the body bare. In addition to guns, the weapons and accoutrements of these officers were bows, and a quiver of poisoned arrows, suspended from the back by a belt, which at the same time supported the weight of a string of case-knives and a large powder pouch. The most ludicrous part of the equipment consisted in a large gold, silver, or iron bell, suspended by a rope that girded the loins, and overhung the posteriors, causing at every movement a dull tinkling sound, like the pasturing bells used in Spain. Over these bells were suspended gold or silver epaulettes of European fabrication, more or less tarnished. Some of the officers wore small turbans of silk taffety, or figured cotton and muslin; and beside were decently dressed in robes of various striped cotton, folded round the loins, and gracefully turned over the left shoulder, exactly as the Hayk or Alhayk, is worn by the Arabs of the western and southern deserts. The king was modestly habited in a large cloth or Hayk of figured cotton, cast off from both shoulders, and resting negligently in loose folds, upon the loins and thighs. From his naked shoulder was suspended a thick silk plait or cord, to which were attached a string of amulets cased in gold, silver, and silk. A massive gold chain encircled his waist, in the form of a zone, below the navel; and a variety of clumsy gold rings covered his fingers, thumbs, and toes. On the left knee he wore a bandage, or fillet of silk, and plaited weed, interwoven with gold beads and amulets, terminating in a tasteful tassel, that hung as low as the calf of the leg.' The religious portion of these ceremonies were very curious and fantastic. The songs and speeches were scarcely less so, and full of the lowest flattery, as will be seen from the specimens given by Mr. Dupuis : "Where shall we find such a warrior as the strong and beautiful Apacco Kudjo, whose eyes are like the panther in fight? O great slave of the king, how you are beloved! your victories delight his ears. Who fought the Gamans and killed their Caboceer Adouai? Apacco Kudjo! Where are the women and the gold! Apacoo Kudjo has them. He is a rich man; a mighty man! His enemies die when he is angry. He is invulnerable, his fetische (amulet) no man can look upon and live.' No where can you see such a king. He says, destroy this "Ashantees, who is there so great, so good as Sai? country, and it is a desert; the people are killed with his shot and his powder. When he makes war he is like the tiger. Can any one fight the tiger? How foolish, then, are those who say they hate this great king, and speak with arrogance; for if they cannot fight, what will become of them. They cannot go in the bush, (northwards) for there is my country, Coransa, Takimah, and Bouromy: all this belongs to Sai, he is king over all the kings, and all the people, and his foot stands upon every one's neck. If they run to Adirai river, it is the king's fetische, and will kill them. They cannot pass Tando river. What then? know I fight for the king; he is my master, and I love him. Will not that kill them too? You there is only the sea. I fought with Dinkera (late king of Gaman) and he died, and the people died. If the king bid me make war on any country, I must obey; he is the master and I am the slave. If he desire me to go to Fantee, I swear the great oath, I will kill them all; I will cut up their bodies in pieces, and take out their hearts, and I will not let one to live, because they are an insolent people. Now they hear Dinkera is dead, and they are frightened, and want to make a palaver between white men and the king, because they think he cannot then catch them. Is that reasonable? This white Caboceer comes up to talk the palaver. If he comes with truth in his heart, and with friendly intentions, it is well; but if he tries to deceive and dishonour the king, it cannot be suffered; and I shall kill all these people and drink their blood, because they forget that they are the king's slaves," &c. We know nothing in civilized society more absurd than this last speech delivered by the King of Banna, a tributary to the Ashantee monarch. The business of the Mission commenced the next morning with a set speech from Mr. Dupuis, and several extemporaneous replies from King Sai and his ministers. Of course the sentiments were all friendly and every thing went on in the smoothest way. The conferences, however, did not continue in the same friendly tone, and some harsh disputes and "palavers" took place. The King refused to give up his claim to the sovereignty of the maritime towns and provinces of which Cape Coast formed a part, and complained of having been deceived by Mr. Bowditch and others. Indeed Mr. Dupuis is singularly severe in his censure of Mr. Bowditch's conduct, and charges him with almost every kind of misrepresentation, imposition, and falsehood. Mr. Bowditch is dead, and his antagonist has the field entirely to himself. The disputes ran rather high, and as no speedy termination was probable, Mr. Dupuis passed some time in making observations upon the manners, customs, and opinions of the people. One of their religious festivals he thus describes : "On the 13th this custom was ushered in by the discharge of fire arms, and the sound of many barbarous instruments. Numbers of victims were offered up to the gods, although secretly, in the palace and the houses of the chieftains. The poorer classes sacrificed cattle or poultry. The city itself exhibited the most deplorable solitude, and the few human beings who were courageous enough to shew themselves in the streets, fled at the approach of a captain, and barricadoed the doors of their huts, to escape the danger of being shot or sacrificed. The doleful cries of the women vibrated from several quarters of the city, and the death horns and drums within the palace seemed to stupily the obnoxious prisoners and foreign slaves with horror, as they contemplated the risk they were exposed to. I wandered about during this awful day, until fatigue and disgust led me to seek my quarters. The Fantees now did not care to stir abroad, and my Moslem acquaintance kept within their houses, as they afterwards assured me, to avoid the sight of the butcheries. Oppressed with bodily and mental fatigue, I mounted my horse and rode into the forest. The business of the day was not over at my return, and my efforts to gain access to the palace were ineffectual. The following day, one of a similar train of horrors succeeded, and still I was left in suspense, for my own linguists and messengers were not hardy enough to knock at the royal gate. They dreaded, they said, the Fetische men, who guarded the avenue, and who alone were suffered to enjoy free ingress. The society of the Moslems, however, in some degree reconciled me. By these people I was given to understand that seventy men and women had been put to death the day previous in the palace only; besides those who were sacrificed in private houses and in the forest. Most of these unhappy beings were Gaman prisoners of war, who had been purposely reserved as an offering to the gods; the others were criminals, or disobedient slaves. Such was the explanation I received. "The courtiers were habited in full costume, as on the day of entry. The king himself was clothed in an under garment of blood-stained cotton; his wrists and ancles were adorned with fetische gold weighing many pounds. A small fillet of plaited grass, interwoven with gold wire and little consecrated amulets, encircled his temples. A large white || cotton cloth which partly covered his left shoulder, was studded all over with Arabic writing, in various coloured inks, and of a most brilliant well formed character. His body in other parts was bare, and his breast, legs, the crown of his head, and the instep of each foot, were streaked with white clay. It was remarkable that this distinction was not general throughout the assembly. "Upon receiving the king's hand, which he presented with the utmost affability, I noticed a streak of dried blood upon his forehead, and this token appeared to be universal, as well among officers of distinction as their slaves and retainers. It denoted their participation in the late sacri fices. The royal death stool, clotted with the still recking gore of its victims, stood on one side of the king, under care of the captain executioner, who attended with his band of assistants. At the feet of the sovereign, stood a small firepot, and a trunk fitted up with a compound medley of relics and charms soaking in blood. "Before I could gain access to the king, I was surrounded their knives, axes, and scimiters over my head, as on other on all sides by a juvenile band of warriors, who flourished state occasions. The Moslems also were assembled in a separate band, to the number of about three hundred, who had also met together by invitation, to congratulate the king and partake of his good cheer at the custom." To return to the diplomatic conferences. The king seems to have been a passionate person enough : : "I next introduced the dispatch I had received from Cape Coast, and read its contents to the king. A pause, of the duration of a minute or more, added to a fiery glance of the eye, convinced me of the operation of his mind; nor was the brooding tempest longer confined within its boundary, for raising his voice to its utmost elevation, and assuming a countenance of demoniacal phrenzy, he threw himself convulsively back in his chair, clenching his fists, and stretched forth his arms and legs, assuming, as it were, the rage of madness, while he bellowed out the most direful imprecations against the natives of Cape Coast, not excepting those present, or even my soldiers; nay, Mr. Graves also participated in these anathemas. The foam all the while flowed down his beard in copious discharges, and the saliva spurted from his mouth upon all around him. His ministers even betrayed emotion; some stood aghast, and others applied their forefingers to their heads and breasts, muttering all the while their respective charms, to avert impending evil. Occasionally the king spoke with less acrimony; his paroxysms were less violent; then again he would relapse into all his former fury, calling to his aid all the powers of his household gods, the Fetische of his country, &c. At one interval he vociferated, White men come to my country to trade-what have they to do with my slaves? They build castles and houses to live in; they stay as long as they like, then take the gold and go home again; but they never take mulattos and blacks, lor they are their servants: the great God made them so; they are bad men. Smitty cheats me, and joins the Fantees to raise a laugh. The forts are mine, because I hold the books (notes), but I don't say they belong to me to keep. I say they stand in my country to trade with the people. By that great oath (the battle of Cormantine or Accromanti,) the Cape Coast people ought to die. Let me go there,' said the king to me, rising from his chair- let me have the jaw-bones of Aggry and De Graaf. I don't want their gold: I want the blood of bad men to wash my stool. I cannot fight the whites, they are my friends.' "The Fantees stood petrified with fear. Exhaustion alone seemed to overpower the king, and I thought it advisable to leave him time for cool reflection. My forbearance had the desired effect, for after the lapse of some minutes, he said, in his usual tone, Forgive me, captain; this is what the bad people do to me, therefore be not angry. Do not tell my master I am angry, because I have a good heart towards him and and all white men. I have no palaver with them. But for the blacks, I am king, and I will be paid, or I will kill them. Why does the governor send a message, saying he will settle the palaver with me, and then send you a book to pay a hundred ounces of gold ?* Muttering this, the royal indignation seemed to have entirely evaporated. Another pause ensued: and at length the king said, This palaver, I see, cannot be talked here; but you shall setle it for me with my nephew at Cape Coast, and what you say is right I will take.' Anxious again to gloss over the breach in his manners, he alleged that he was overcome by anger; but if I thought him a friend, such as he really was, I should forgive it.' Not being able to comply with each other's demands Mr. Dupuis took leave of the King, and returned to Cape Coast. The terms of the treaty proposed by Mr. Dupuis were rejected by the Agents of the African Committee at Cape Coast, and the Governor spoke openly of his intention of bidding defiance to the Ashantees. The council treated our author very cavalierly, and he, in consequence, quitted the castle with a resolution never again to enter its walls. Mr. Dupuis speaks in high terms of the friendly disposition of the Ashantees, and the tricking, insincere, and mistaken politics of the Governor and Council of Cape Coast. If his facts be true, his opinions are certainly correct. a visit to the Gallery of our late venerable friend-or rather that spacious Gallery which has, since the death of Mr. West, been erected by his sons, for the display of their father's works. 66 or The first feeling that occurred to us, on entering and looking around, was that of sorrow, from the reflection, that the author of this collection had passed away without the gratification of beholding to advantage these labours of which he had done honour, by reviving the great style, and a long life, devoted to the arduous pursuit of an art, to raising himself far above his compeers. For we know that Mr. West had for many years hoped to live to see his pictures properly arranged in one extensive gallery. The next feeling was that of regret, at the indifference with which this fine collection has been, and still continues to be, regarded by the public; an act entirely unbecom ing a highly civilized age, which might be expected to know what is due to the memory of departed worth. Many reasons have been assigned for this indifference. Had it been in Pall Mall, or Piccadilly," says one; in the Strand," says another;-" for who will go beyond The remainder of his work (the appendix excepted,) || Oxford-street to view an exhibition?" This, indeed, we consists of a history of what occurred after Mr. Du- heard from a listless party in the very room. Why, all the world are flocking to the Diorama," observed an old puis's return to England. Our Government took posses-gentleman," and that is a mile, still farther north! The sion of the forts, &c. at Cape Coast, and assumed the truth of the matter is," added the observant amateur, for entire management of them. Sai, King of the Ashan- such we knew him to be, that not one in a thousand, for tees, died, and his successor was not very favourably all the classic cant about high art, cares a straw about the disposed towards the English. He committed some outrages which excited the anger of Sir Charles M'Carthy, and induced that gallant, but unfortunate officer, to attempt the work of avenging them. Sir Charles with the best intentions was manifestly very ignorant of the character and force of the Ashantees. To this ignorance the recent melancholy catastrophe in which he lost his life, must be ascribed. All the documents relating to it, Mr. Dupuis has here collected together, and they read an important lesson not only to other officers on that station, but also to our Government at home. Mr. Dupuis gives us a chapter entitled "Historical Memoirs of Ashantee." It is not without value, but the style is heavy and spun out beyond all necessity. Another chapter professing to give an account of the geography of Western Africa, is in reality a treatise de omnibus rebus et quibus damatiis relating to that district. It contains many important statements. The facts in this and the succeeding chapter on the territory of Soudan, are derived from the information of the Moslems, with whom Mr. Dupuis associated at Coomassy. Mr. Dupuis's volume is one full of interest and value at the present moment. It will furnish much light to illustrate the obscurity of the question relating to our African settlements, and it clearly shows the carelessness of our Government, in entrusting so much authotity as they have, into the hands of incompetent per sons. MR. WEST'S GALLERY. HAVING lately a vacant hour at our disposal, and being in the neighbourhood of Newman-street, we employed it in || matter." There is unfortunately another cause for regret, and that we should think a very serious one for the gentlemen concerned, namely, the vast sum that must necessarily have been expended by the Messieurs West, in erecting this fine the well-earned fame of their father;-but, in this laudable suite of apartments, under the hope of rendering justice to object, it is too evident they have failed. The Corsican's coach, an Irish giant, or a Polish dwarf, would have far better suited the taste of the times! Yet will connoisseurs and scribblers still go on with their unprincipled jargon, and outrage common sense, by urging the rising school to cultivate the higher pursuits of art;-still continue their abuse of portrait painting, and join in reviling the painters for turning their talent to that by which alone they have a chance for procuring their daily bread. That Mr. West's style of painting is not suited to the English taste, must be admitted. His manner is hard, and colouring was not his forte. These his failings are obvious to all. The merits of his works are perceptible but to few; those persons alone whose superior judgment, divested of all prejudice, can enable them to estimate art, according to the many properties, in their various degrees, which are necessary to constitute a picture in the grand style. We shall make another visit to the Gallery of this distinguished artist, and with the catalogue in our band, aided by the opinions of our friends, attempt an analysis of the collection, which we shall submit to our readers in a subsequent number. ARTISTICAL SCRAPS. To the Editor of the Somerset House Gazette. Do you in your visits to the city, in passing on the north side of St. Paul's, ever turn round the corner of Carrington Bowles's, and going onward through Paul's Alley towards Paternoster Row, at the other corner of the passage, turn into the Old Chapter Coffee House? I ask the question in pure listlessness, for doubtless you do. On that subject then, I am fancying one might say much in the spirit of that chit-chat history of which you and I seem never to tire. Whether your readers may not sometimes yawn, exclaiming,"heigh ho-we have had enough of this," I shall put out of the question. As for myself, I have not passed over the threshold of that comfortable cosery, nor smelt the fragrance of its tea for many a year, although I retain a most pleasing recollection of the shining little, red, earthen batchelor tea pots, and the accompanying hot, crisp, buttered muffin, on a winter's evening, as fresh on my memory, as though I had sat in one of its warm boxes within the present week. At this period, as you must know Mr. Hardcastle, there used to be in the bar, a little library of books, in which were then some few curious tracts, now, of course, still more scarce, if purloined by some tract stealer, for such were abroad." Amongst these, was one, to the best of my recollection of about sixty pages, on the subject of the Abolition of Servant's Vales, which contained some very amusing, not to say laughable anecdotes. I have many times of late intended to make a pilgrimage to the Old Chapter, for the purpose of exploring amongst this antient lore, meanwhile, it is to my purpose to say, that Hogarth was greatly instrumental to the abolishing of that expensive inconvenience, the tax levied by the retainers of the great, upon the clients, or protegees of their masters. In those days-(it grieves me to think on it) how hard upon the poets, painters, and others, to pay so large an income duty upon their respective manufactures. Think, Sir, of the misery of paying from five shillings to half a guinea, and upwards, for dining with a baronet, a lord, or a duke on the delivery of a picture or a poem. In the said pamphlet, I think you will find the scale-as for instance. To the house steward, the butler, the valet. and the footman, so much per head. Indeed, so imperative was the nature of these fines, that many a man of genius has been known in the days of George the Second, to send an excuse to a lord, on the dinner day, of being taken suddenly ill or called by the death of a near relative out of town, or other white lies, at the risque of never being invited again-and all for the want of a guinea to distribute in fees, from the top of the stairs outside the drawing room, to the vomitory of the noble mansion, alias the street door. How Hogarth set about this reformation, I will inform you in a future communication. The fact, however, is indubitable, on the authority of the venerable biographer of the painter, still living, and I have it somewhere in print. By the way, good Sir, I wish, as you are always preaching HOGARTH, that you would pen an epistle to the Incumbent of Chiswick, first privately, to set about the business with delicacy towards the cloth, and advise the reverend gentleman to look at the state of the monument, set up at the expense of the executors to the will of this great moral painter, Anno. 1764, in the Church-yard of Chiswick, to perpetuate the spot that contains his mortal remains. This monument, a few years ago, I beheld clean and in a perfect state of repair. It is now far otherways. Five of the iron railings with which it was surrounded, are torn up, and the brick work of the base is fast going to ruin. An aperture leads vagrant curiosity to widen the breach, to peep into the sanctuary which his friends had provided for his bones. The inscription on the grave of the immortal Shakspeare, it is known, has appalled the spirit of sacrilege from its base design. It is hoped that a hint from you may induce the reverend gentleman in question-the parish officers-or the inhabitants of the parish of Chiswick, to read the in scription on Hogarth's funeral pile: which yet admonisheth the passing stranger, that HOGARTH'S HONOURED DUST LIES HERE! lamp, which, take notice, for I love order, I effected first, I When I mended my pen, this evening, and lighted my projected a long paper in continuation upon Caricatura. But having in the middle of my design, instead of the end thereof, brought my subject, Hogarth, to his grave-it would not be correct, as it should seem, to proceed with such unfitting levity. Better by far to fill up my blank space, by those who knew-and who loved the man: behold then, with some panegyrical, poetical scraps from various pens, here they follow and first In the prologue to the "Clandestine Marriage,” Garrick who wrote Hogarth's epitaph, thus handsomely expressed his regard for the memory of his departed friend. "Poets and painters, who from nature draw The painter dead, yet still he charms the eye; The next is by Mr. Hayley, in an epistle to an eminent painter (Mr. Romney.) "Now, if her favour'd hand may hope to shed But Wit's vindictive spleen, that mocks controul, This both in bards and painters, Fame forgives, The following tribute to the genius of Hogarth is from the pen of Dr. Vincent Bourne. "Qui mores hominum improbos, ineptos Derisor lepidus, sed & severus, Seu pingis meretricios amores, Fractos cum cyathis tubos, matellam Omni vel rigidissimo cachinno." fell down, and broke his leg, about the year 1629. This accident, however, did not excuse him from being questioned in the Star Chamber for it. Mr. Attorney Noy was his great friend, and shewed his friendship there. But what Mr. Shervill left undone, the soldiers since have gone through with, so that there is not a piece of glass-painting left.-Bodleian Letters. Matthew Robinson, of Horton, in Kent, was a gentleman of most independent spirit, and very lively parts, though, from a disinclination to business, he never engaged much in the active affairs of the world, yet he was extremely well received in society. He was a member of a club composed of the most ingenious artists of the day; to commemorate whose existence as a society a painting was executed, in 1735, by Hamilton, which contains small whole-length figures of the following persons, some of whose portraits are said not to have existed elsewhere, viz. Rysbrack, Dahl, Wooton, Virtu, Barron, Kent, Gibbs, Thomas, Gaupy, Bridgeman, Huyssing, Hamilton, and Mr. Robinson himself, whose family are still in possession of the picture. PROPERTIA DA ROSSI. In further testimony of his abilities, Fielding says:"He who should call the ingenious Hogarth a burlesque painter, would, in my opinion, do him very little honour, A female of Bologna, of obscure birth, handled the chisel for sure it is much easier, much less the subject of admias a professional artist, and was extremely successful in her ration, to paint a man with a nose, or any other feature of a efforts during the pontificate of Clement VII.; she made preposterous size, or to expose him in some absurd or mon- several statues from the façade of St. Petronio, at Bologna; strous attitude, than to express the affections of man on canvas. It has been thought a vast commendation of a Propertia became enamoured of a young artist, who did not she beside painted well, and was an excellent engraver. painter, to say his figure seems to breathe; but surely it is|| make a suitable return to her love: this disappointment a much greater and nobler applause that they appear to threw her into a lingering disorder, which brought her to think." Garrick's friendly feeling for our painter is also on record,senting the history of Joseph and Potiphar's wife. Her the grave. Her last production was a basso relievo, reprein the dedication to his Interlude of the "Farmer's cruel lover was represented as Joseph, herself as the Return," Hogarth presented him with a sketch from a scene in this piece, as appears from this printed testimony most certainly executde con amore. This extraordinary Egyptian queen; it is said to be her best work, and was of regard. artist is not mentioned in Pilkington. "The following interlude was prepared for the stage, merely with a view of assisting Mrs. Pritchard at her benefit; and the desire of serving so good an actress, is a better excuse for its defects, than the few days in which it was written and represented. Notwithstanding the favourable reception it has met with, the author would not have printed it, had not his friend, Mr. Hogarth, flattered him most agreeably, by thinking the Farmer and his Family' not unworthy of a sketch of his pencil. To him, therefore, this trifle, which he has so much honoured, is inscribed, as a faint testimony of the sincere esteem which the writer bears him, both as a man and an artist." 6 TO THE A servant of the late Copley, seeking after another situation, in answer to a question put by her new employer, who hoped she was not afraid to work: "Oh, no!" exclaimed the damsel, "I'll do any thing but sit for drapery." "Sit for drapery!" said the bewildered ignoramus in art, pray what is that?""Oh Lord, ma'am, I've sat for three hours together, under a load of silk and satin, in order to be put in a picture!" 66 EDITOR OF THE SOMERSET HOUSE GAZETTE. pavement, and being unable to rise, he lay until he fell SIR, THE following anecdotes of Artists, from the scrap-book of a provincial collector, are at your service. If they suit your pages, I will add some more, which I believe, although in print, are yet sufficiently scarce to render them worthy a re-print. Gainsborough had dined one day at Abel's, the musician and celebrated lutanist, where the company drank very freely. Although much intoxicated, Gainsborough insisted on going home alone. It being late and dark, he fell on the asleep. A woman of the town, seeing a gentleman in this situation, placed him in a coach, and having taken him to her lodgings, put him to bed in a state of insensibility. In the morning Gainsborough awoke, amazed to find himself in so strange a room, with a woman of whom he knew nothing, and ignorant of the manner in which he got there. He now began to reflect on his situation; and getting silently out of bed to examine his pocket, found his pocketbook, with its contents, gone, and also his gold watch. Alarmed for the loss of these, and doubtful how to act, he got again into bed. In a short time after the woman awoke, IN St. Edmund's church, Sarum, were windows of great and finding her guest restless, and apparently uneasy, envalue. In one of these was a picture of God the Father, quired the cause. He told her of his loss; and that in the painted like an old man, as the fashion then was, which so book were bills to the amount of 4301., which he had reoffended Mr. Shervill, the recorder, who in zeal, but with-ceived the day before. She told him the book and watch out knowledge, climbed up on the pews to break the window, were in her possession; and then informed him of the J. C. |