ers, and tried to excite the people to rebellion; and that he was arrested, tried, and sentenced to imprisonment for life. He is now in a dreary prison to suffer for his folly; and every one must feel pity for him, and lament his sad fate. But I think you will feel still more interest in him, when you have read these little anecdotes of his childhood, which I have translated from the French, because I thought them such pleasant stories for children.

He was very delicate, and only 4 years old, when for the first time he saw a chimney-sweeper; his fear was great, and he ran to hide himself in the arms of madame de Bourbours. This was his governess, and knowing very well that the nervous fears of children should not be treated with rudeness, she took him upon her knee, quieted him with caresses, and destroyed forever his fear of the little black man, by interesting the heart of the Prince in the fate of these poor children, who are driven from their home by poverty, and gain their hard living by cleaning chimnies, and thus covering themselves with that black dust which makes them so frightful. Some months after this, while the princes were yet sleeping soundly, and the nurse had stepped into another room waiting for them to awake, a little sweep descended their chimney enveloped in a black cloud, with which, in shaking it from himself, he filled the chamber. Little Louis only was awake, and quickly overcoming his first impulse of fear, by remembering what his gover

ness related, he climbed with difficulty over the railing of his crib, which he had never done alone, ran to the drawer that contained his little treasures, mounted a chair to reach it, and taking out his purse gave it to the little sweep, with all the money that had been given him, and which he generally distributed in his walks. His elder brother, awakened by the noise he made, called the nurse, who found Louis striving in vain to get into the little bed from which he had escaped; a little embarrassed because he was obliged to own that he had given away all at once; and because he had taken to himself the pleasure of doing good, without meriting it; which pleasure was allowed these princes as a reward for being good.

One day his mother said to his brother Napoleon, who is now dead, Napoleon, what would you do if you had nothing at all, and was alone for yourself in the world?' 'I would be a soldier, and fight so well, that they would make me an officer.' 'And then, Louis, what would you do to gain a living?' The little prince who was not yet five years old, and who had listened to all that was said, and who knew very well that the gun and knapsack, small as they might he made, were yet above his strength, replied, 'Me! 1 would sell bouquets of violets like the little boys at the Tuilleries, that you buy of every day.'

I suppose that all of you who read these stories know, that after many victo. rious battles, the emperor Napoleon was at last defeated by the allied powers, that

THE FEMALE SOLDIER.

A GENTLEMAN, whose private journal is very interesting, relates therein the following story:

Brighton, Eng. Sept. 22, 1821. I have seen to-day an extraordinary character in the person of Phebe Hassel, a poor woman, stated to be 106 years of age. It appears that she was born in 1715, and at fifteen formed a strong attachment to Samuel Golding, a soldier in a regiment ordered to the West-Indies. She determined to follow her lover, enlisted into another regiment, and embarked after him. She served there five years without discovering herself to any one. At length they were ordered to Gibraltar; and she was at Montserrat, and would have been in action, but her regiment did not reach the place till the battle was decided. Her lover was wounded at Gibraltar and sent to Plymouth; she then waited on the general's lady at Gibraltar, disclosed her sex, told her story, and was immediately sent home. On her arrival Phebe went to Samuel Golding in the hospital, nursed him there, and, when he came out, married and lived with him for twenty years; he had a pension from Chelsea. After Golding's death she married Hassel, has had many children,

and has been many years a widow. Her eldest son is a sailor, and, if living, must be nearly 70 years old. The rest of her family are dead. At an advanced age she earnt a scanty livelihood by selling apples and gingerbread.

I saw this woman in her bed, to which she is now confined. Old as she is, she has a fine character of countenance, and I should judge from her present appearance must have had a fine though perhaps masculine style of head when young. I have seen many a woman at the age sixty or seventy look older than she does. She has lost her eyesight, though her eyes are large and well-formed.

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As soon as she was told that some one had come to see her, she broke the silence of her solitary thoughts and spoke. Her spirit seemed impatient of its prison in a decaying body. Other people die and I cannot,' she said. Her voice was strong for an old person, and she spoke with emphasis; and I could easily believe her when, on being asked if her sex was not in danger of being detected by her voice, she replied that she always had a manly voice. She took a pride in having kept her secret, declaring that she told it to no human being, during the time she was in the army; 'for you know, sir, a drunken man and a child always tell the truth.' While I was with her the flies annoyed her extremely; she drove them away with her fan, and said they seemed to smell her out as one going to the grave. She showed me a wound she had received in her elbow, and lamented the error of her

former ways, but excused it by saying, 'when you are at Rome you must do as Rome does.' She was one of George 4th's Brighton favorites; he allowed her eighteen pounds a year; and at her death ordered a handsome gravestone to be placed in the churchyard.

A MISERLY BEGGAR.

FEB. 17, 1758. Died at Bristol, aged 79, John Watkins, commonly called Black John. He had supported himself by begging, and frequently lodged at night in a glasshouse, although he had a hired room, where, after his death, was found upwards of two hundred weight of halfpence and silver, besides a quantity of gold, which he had amassed as a public beggar. He came from a respectable family, and was said to have been heir to a considerable estate, but the possession of it being denied him, he vowed he would never shave till he enjoyed it, and kept his vow to the day of his death. This man would have made a first-rate dandy in our day, as far as relates to whiskers.

IGNORANCE.

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THE inhabitants of a town called Cow

ling, in Craven co. England, are universally called Moons, an epithet of derision which had its origin in the following circumstance. Cowling-head is a mountain village, and its people are not famed for travelling much; but once upon a time a Cowling shepherd got so far from home as Skipton, six miles; on entering Skipton it was a fine moonlight night, and the shepherd is said to have made this sagacious remark: How like your Skipton moon is to our Cowlinghead moon. Be the story true or not, the inhabitants are called Moons; and in the vulgar vocabulary of Craven a silly fellow is called a Cowling Moon.'

A THIEF HUNG BY A PIG.

THERE is a field in the same county of Craven, called Swine-Harry, which name is said to be derived from the following circumstance. A native of the place was once, at the dead of night, crossing the field with a pig which he had stolen from a neighboring farm-yard; he led the obstinate animal by a rope tied to its leg, which was noosed at the end where the thief held it. On coming to a ladderstyle in the field, being a very corpulent man, and wishing to have both hands at liberty, yet not liking to release the pig, he transferred the rope from his hands to his neck; but, when he reached the topmost step, his feet slipped, the pig pulled hard on the other side, the noose tightened, and on the following morning he was found dead.