tion. by Titian; ition. ion ibition. cian, tion. Fish on, sedition, bition. cian, ion. Dition. 2. ly Magazine. 'CHES. elling me he ton in 1790, servant, well received the by him they officer of the shered them ever, were so marked by prominent characteristics, which appear in all likenesses of him, that a stranger could not be mistaken in the man. He was remarkably dignified in manner, and had an air of benignity over his features, which his visitant did not expect, being rather prepared for sternness of countenance. After an introduction by Mrs. Washington, without more form than common good manners prescribe," He requested me,' said my father, "to be seated; and taking a chair himself, entered at once into conversation. His manner was full of affability. He asked how I liked the country, the city of New York; talked of the infant institutions of America, and the advantages she offered by her intercourse for benefiting other nations. He was grave in manner, but perfectly easy. His dress was of purple satin. There was a commanding air in his appearance, which excited respect, and forbade too great a freedom towards him, independently of that species of awe which is always felt in the moral influence of a great character. In every movement too there was a polite gracefulness equal to any met with in the most polished individuals of Europe, and his smile was extraordinarily attractive. It was observed to me, that there was an expression in Washington's face that no painter had succeeded in taking. It struck me no man could be better formed for command. A stature of six feet, a robust but well-proportioned frame, calculated to sustain fatigue, without that heaviness which generally attends great muscular strength, and abates active exertion, displaying bodily power of no mean standard. A light eye and full,— the very eye of genius and reflection, rather than of blind passionate impulse. His nose appeared thick; and, though it befitted his other features, was too coarsely and strongly formed to be the handsomest under jaw seeming to grasp the upper with force, as if its muscles were in full action when he sat still. Neither with the General nor with Mrs. Washington was there the slightest restraint of ceremony. There was less of it than I ever recollect to have met with, where perfect good breeding and manners were at the same time observed. To many remarks Washington assented with a smile or inclination of the head, as if he were by nature sparing in his conversation; and I am inclined to think this was the case. An allusion was made to a serious fit of illness he had recently suffered; but he took no notice of it. I could not help remarking, that America must have looked with anxiety to the termination of his indisposition. He made no reply to my compliment but by an inclination of the head. His bow at my taking leave I shall not forget; it was the last movement which I saw that illustrious character make as my eyes took their leave of him for ever, and it hangs a perfect picture upon my recollection. The house of Washington was in the Broadway, and and the street's front was handsome. The drawing-room, in which I sat, was lofty and spacious; but the furniture was not beyond that found in dwellings of opulent Americans in general, and might be called plain for its situation. The upper end of the room had glass doors, which opened upon a balcony commanding an extensive view of the Hudson river, interspersed with islands, and the Jersey shore on the opposite side. A grandson and daughter resided constantly in the house with the General; and a nephew of the General's, married to a niece of Mrs. Washington, resided at Mount Vernon, the General's family seat in Virginia, his residence, as President, keeping him at the seat of government." The levees held by Washington, as President, were generally crowded, and held on a Tuesday, between three and four o'clock. The President stood and received the bow of the person presented, who retired to make way for another. At the drawing rooms Mrs. Washington received the ladies, who curtsied and passed aside without exchanging a word. Tea and coffee, with refreshments of all kinds, were laid in one part of the rooms, and before the individuals of the company retired, each lady was a second time led up to the lady President, made her second silent obeisance and departed ;-nothing could be more simple, yet it was enough. DUKE OF ORLEANS. IN 1789, Egalité, as he was called, visited England, and in company with the Eng lish princes, partook in the gay scenes and amusements of the country. He returned home, delighted with the freedom enjoyed by all ranks here, and was ever alluding to it in conversation. He one day said to Count du Roure, who told me of it, "What service is my wealth to me, what advantage is my rank? In England the princes go about as they please, and partake in all public amusements, but here in France I cannot mount my horse and take a ride of a dozen miles, but I must send to the palace and ask leave, and often even to Versailles! I am sick of this restraint!" COLONEL THORNTON. THE following anecdote of this sporting character may furnish hints to frugal country gentlemen, who do not know how to frank their game up to town. I had been sitting one day with an individual, to whom, just as I was going away, a servant announced that Colonel Thornton had sent a present of some game. "What is it?" inquired my friend. "Two partridges and a rabbit," answered the girl, "and there is two and sixpence to pay for porterage. I am certain, sir, it is a servant of the Colonel's, though he is differently dressed from what he used to be." "Send them back," said my friend; "and let the bearer tell the Colonel that I can get them as cheap in the market." Then turning to me, he added, "this is one of that mean fellow's tricks. He has received a quantity of game from his place in the country by coach, and having kept the best for himself, repays the carriage of it up to town, by laying a porterage upon the worthless part, and sending round his servant in disguise with it to half a dozen of his friends. He never pays a milkman, but he must be summoned." Thornton was a diverting fellow too. He was one day stating that he had bought the princely domain of Chambord from the French government. I said, "It has some rank annexed to it, I think?" "Oh, yes," said he; " and I shall have it. The estate is so immense, no one in France could buy it. I am naturalized, sir, and have purchased it. I have rank, sir, as a French peer in consequence; it is a noble estate, quite a province." Just then a casual visiter dropped in, and he reiterated, "I am a French peer, and shall have my seat accordingly." "What is that, Colonel ?" said the last comer, in catching the word peer. "I have bought Chambord, a noble place in France-its possession makes me a peer, sir-pardon me, a prince, I mean it is a principality. I am a prince, by G-d!" Had he told the story a third time he would have made himself the Dauphin. OPIE. THE early triend and patron of Opie, Peter Pindar, so often had the laugh against Opie, without his being able to retaliate, that one day hearing Wolcot say he had been at a meeting of the friends of the people at Copenhagen house, and that he was apprehensive of being a marked man in consequence, and showing at the same time considerable nervousness on the occasion, the painter thought it a good opportunity for taking his revenge. Government was on the look-out for certain suspected characters at the time, and the newspapers teemed with accounts of arrests. One evening Opie called upon Wolcot, and advised him to take care, for government had its eye upon him; Wolcot was alarmed. The next evening Opie and a friend, disguised with great coats and slouch hats (as officers then dressed) took their station opposite the doctor's lodging about dusk. They soon saw him eye them with alarm from his window, and Opie going away, leaving his companion, stripped off his disguise, and knocking at the door of the house, entered and sought the poet, whom he found in a great tremour, which it was not his business to lessen. "What had I best do?" asked Wolcot. "Get into the country, my dear fellow," said Opie; "fly at once; there are two cursed runners now about your house. I saw them and know them well." "But how shall I get out?" said the doctor in alarm, "without being observed? See, one of them is gone 66 Perhaps coming to knock at the door," said Opie, “and inquire for you-get out at the back win dow, I will assist you." Accordingly out at the back-window got the doctor, and disappeared; nor was he heard of for a fortnight, having flown down to Windsor, and got into an obscure lodging, perhaps shrewdly thinking no one would suspect his flying towards head-quarters on such an occasion. Opie and his friend spread abroad the story; and the doctor, which was very rarely the case, had for once the worst of it. BUONAPAKTE-MASSENA. was," said he, "in Genoa with Massena. Thirty-five thousand Austrians blockaded us by land, and the English fleet by sea. The inhabitants were starving. Mutiny was ready to break forth. We had fed on the most disgusting food; and the garrison, consisting of twelve thousand men, was worn out with service and famine. Nothing could exceed the strictness of the blockade, and frequently the British ships came so close that they threw shells into the port. I saw infants expire from hunger, not having been able to draw nourishment from the dried up sources of the mothers' bosoms. Massena was firm, but he saw his situation was well nigh hopeless, and were he certain of not receiving relief, would willingly spare further misery by a surrender. Courier after courier made vain attempts to pass the enemy, but both by water and land, they failed to effect a communication with Buonaparte, or to convey to him the desperate situation of the garrison. Massena one day thus addressed me. 'Our lives depend on a communication with the first consul. We can subsist a certain number of days and no longertry your best. I set out,' said Monsieur L- , my informant, believing that to hold out even so long as the General' said was impossible. Tell the first consul,' said Massena, that we have ever beaten and foiled our enemies even in a state of famine and misery- there are nine of their colours.'-He pointed at them with a sort of theatrical motion of the body, and an air of triumph that had an effect upon my young and ardent feelings. I shall never forget it. It was the first time he ever spoke to me. I caught portion of his enthusiasm, and declared my determination to try my fortune. In the dead of a gloomy night, I succeeded in getting beyond the enemy's lines, passing on all-fours close to a sentinel; and by a circuitous route, I ultimately reached Lausanne, where Buonaparte then was. How long can the General hold out ?" he asked me hastily. I told him what Massena had said, but that I did not conceive it possible. But he will,' said the first consul; very well. By the 26 Prairial I shall have beaten the enemy, and Genoa will be free.' At this mo. ment, Buonaparte was at Lausanne, he had to pass the Alps by St. Bernard, the strong fortress of Bar, the Tesin, and the Po, swollen by the melting of the snow -in short, what to my mind and those of any other man, were obstacles no skill could surmount in the time. Feeling for the misery of the garrison, I ventured to say, General Consul, you have hereto"I fore made us familiar with miracles, but AN incident not worth reciting here, brought me acquainted with the individual who was despatched by Massena to Napoleon during the siege of Genoa in 1800, to give him information of his distressed situation. It was long before the downfall of the Emperor, that the circumstance was told me by this officer, then employed in the army of Italy. 1 I fear for the truth of your prediction that Genoa will have fallen.' He replied, That is my affair, sir; you may retire.' The prediction of this extraordinary man was correct. I saw Massena and his attenuated garrison set free within the time named by Buonaparte; and how they sub. sisted, is as great a miracle to me even at this moment, as the passage of the Alps by the then first consul." ADMIRAL SIR EDWARD BULLER. THE late admiral Sir Edward Buller was a very kind man and a good officer, whom no one accused of being too lenient in discipline. Captain Corbet, who was killed in the Africaine frigate, near the Isle of France, last war, was notorious on board ship as a naval despot. When the Africaine lay in Plymouth Sound, and Corbet was appointed to her, the crew showed symptoms of discontent, and did not at all relish the idea of having him for a commander. Admiral Young, who then commanded at Plymouth, ordered two heavy vessels to lie near the Africaine, in case mutiny should openly appear, so far was the dissatisfaction carried among the crew. One day at table, Corbet, sitting near Sir Edward Buller, said, "The service will not be good for anything until captains can flog their lieutenants if needful, as well as the ship's company; absolute power over all in the ship is the thing." 66 Why, then," said Sir Edward Buller, "admirals must in justice have the power of flogging captains-have a care, Corbet, and don't come under my orders, for I won't spare you!" THE TANNER. 1bid. A BERMONDSEY tanner would often engage In a long tête-à-tête with his dame, esteem) to s t, or rather lie for him, as the dying hero; at the same time throw ing himself on the ground, he began die, as Mr. W. related it, in 30 true, so dignified, and so affecting a manner, that the painter interrupted him with " My dear Mr. Garrick, I am fully sensible of your kind intentions; but so far from the assistance you offer being likely to serve me, it would do me the greatest injury." "Eh! eh!" said Garrick, "how? how?"-"Why, my dear Sir! were it to be known, when I exhibited my picture, that you had done all this for me, whatever merit it might possess would be attributed to you."—Autobiography of Thomas Dibdin. AT one of those large convivial parties which distinguished the table of major Hobart, when he was secretary in Ireland, amongst the usual loyal toasts, "The wooden walls of England being given,-Sir John Hamilton in his turn, gave "the wooden walls of Ireland!" This toast being quite new to us all, he was asked for an explanation; upon which, filling a bumper, he very gravely stood up, and, bowing to the marquess of Waterford and several country gentlemen, who commanded county regiments, he said," My lords and gentlemen! I have the pleasure of giving you the wooden walls of Ireland-the colonels of militia !” So broad but so good-humoured a jeu d'esprit, excited great merriment; the truth was forgotten in the jocularity, but the epithet did not perish. I saw only one grave countenance in the room, and that belonged to the late marquess of While trotting to town in the Kennington stage, Waterford, who was the proudest egotist About giving their villa a name. A neighbour, thus hearing the skin-dresser talk, I ever met with. He had a tremendous squint, nor was there anything prepossessing in the residue of his features to atone for that deformity. Nothing can better exemplify his lordship's opinion of himself and others, than an observation I heard him make at lord Portarlington's table. Having occasion for a superlative degree of comparison between two persons, he was at a loss for a climax. length, however, he luckily hit on one, "That man was, (said the marquess,)— he was as superior as-as-as I am to lord Ranelagh!"-Sir Jonah Barrington's Personal Sketches of his own Times. THE YOUNGER BURKE. At THE Irish catholics had conceived a wonderfully high opinion of Mr. Edmund = declined to ally ignorant -ex MRS. JORDAN'S DELIGHT IN I HAVE seen her, as she called it, on a I once accompanied Mrs. Jordan to the green-room at Liverpool; Mrs. Alsop and her old maid assiduously attended her. She went thither languid and apparently reluctant; but in a quarter o an hour her very nature seemed to undergo a metamorphosis; the sudden change of her manner appeared to me, in fact, nearly miraculous; she walked spiritedly across the stage two or three times, as if to measure its extent; and the moment her foot touched the scenic boards, her spirit seemed to be regenerated; she cheered up, hummed an air, stepped light and quick, and every symptom of depression vanished! The comic eye and cordia, laugh returned upon their enchanting mistress, and announced that she felt herself moving in her proper element. Her attachment to the practice of her profession, in fact, exceeding anything I could conceive Sir Jonah Barrington's |