66 ness of the offer. " Then, my good sir,” said Fielding, recovering himself from his unexpected stroke of good fortune, give me your hand-the book is yours. And, waiter," continued he, "bring a couple of bottles of your best port." Before Millar died, he had cleared eighteen thousand pounds by Tom Jones, out of which he generously made Fielding various presents, to the amount of 20007.; and he closed his life by bequeathing a handsome legacy to each of Fielding's sons. VOLTAIRE AND FERNEY. THE showman's work is very profitable at the countryhouse of Voltaire, at Ferney, near Geneva. A Genevese, an excellent calculator, as are all his countrymen, has valued as follows the yearly profit the above functionary derives from his situation : 8000 busts of Voltaire, made with earth of Ferney, at a franc a-piece 1200 autograph letters, at 20 francs Francs. 500 walking canes of Voltaire, at 50 francs each 25,000 300 veritable wigs of Voltaire, at 100 francs In all 30,000 CLEAN HANDS. LORD BROUGHAM, during his indefatigable canvass of Yorkshire, in the course of which he often addressed ten or a dozen meetings in a day, thought fit to harangue the electors of Leeds immediately on his arrival, after travelling all night, and without waiting to perform his customary ablutions. "These hands are clean!" cried he, at the conclusion of a diatribe against corruption; but they happened to be very dirty, and this practical contradiction raised a hearty laugh. MODERATE FLATTERY. JASPER MAYNE says of Master Cartwright, the author EVERY-DAY LIFE OF JAMES SMITH. "ONE of the Authors of the Rejected Addresses" thus writes to a friend: * "Let me enlighten you as to the general disposal of my time. I breakfast at nine, with a mind undisturbed by matters of business; I then write to you, or to some editor, and then read till three o'clock. I then walk to the Union Club, read the journals, hear Lord John Russell deified or diablerized, (that word is not a bad coinage,) do the same with Sir Robert Peel or the Duke of Wellington; and then join a knot of conversationists by the fire till six o'clock, consisting of lawyers, merchants, members of Parliament, and gentlemen at large. We then and there discuss the three per cent. consols, (some of us preferring Dutch In his Comic Miscellanies. 1 two-and-a-half per cent.), and speculate upon the probable rise, shape, and cost of the New Exchange. If Lady Harrington happen to drive past our window in her landau, we compare her equipage to the Algerine Ambassador's; and when politics happen to be discussed, rally Whigs, Radicals, and Conservatives alternately, but never seriously,-such subjects having a tendency to create acrimony. At six, the room begins to be deserted; wherefore I adjourn to the diningroom, and gravely looking over the bill of fare, exclaim to the waiter, 'Haunch of mutton and apple tart.' These viands despatched, with the accompanying liquids and water, I mount upward to the library, take a book and my seat in the arm-chair, and read till nine. Then call for a cup of coffee and a biscuit, resuming my book till eleven; afterwards return home to bed. If I have any book here which particularly excites my attention, I place my lamp on a table by my bed-side, and read in bed until twelve. No danger of ignition, my lamp being quite safe, and my curtains moreen. Thus‘ends this strange eventful history,'" &c. FRENCH-ENGLISH JEU-DE-MOT. THE celebrated Mrs. Thicknesse undertook to construct a letter, every word of which should be French, yet no Frenchman should be able to read it; while an illiterate Englishman or Englishwoman should decipher it with ease. Here is the specimen of the lady's ingenuity: 66 'Pre, dire sistre, comme and se us, and pass the de here if yeux canne, and chat tu my dame, and dine here; and yeux mai go to the faire if yeux plaise; yeux mai have fiche, muttin, porc, buter, foule, hair, fruit, pigeon, olives, sallette, forure diner, and excellent te, cafe, port vin, an liqueurs; and tell ure bette and poll to comme; and Ile go tu the faire and visite the Baron. But if yeux dont comme tu us, Ile go to ure house and se oncle, and se houe he does; for mi dame se he bean ill; but deux comme; mi dire yeux canne ly here yeux nos; if yeux love musique, yeux mai have the harp, lutte, or viol heere. Adieu, mi dire sistre." RELICS OF IZAAK WALTON. FLATMAN'S beautiful lines to Walton, (says Mr. Jesse) commencing 'Happy old man, whose worth all mankind knows have always struck us as conveying a true picture of Walton's character, and of the estimation in which he was held after the appearance of his "Angler." The last male descendant of our "honest father," the Rev. Dr. Herbert Hawes, died in 1839. He very liberally bequeathed the beautiful painting of Walton, by Houseman, to the National Gallery; and it is a curious fact, as showing the estimation in which anything connected with Walton is held in the present day, that the lord of the manor in which Dr. Hawes resided, laid claim to this portrait as a heriot, though not successfully. Dr. Hawes also bequeathed the greater portion of his library to the Dean and Chapter of Salisbury; and his executor and friend presented the celebrated prayer-book, which was Walton's, to Mr. Pickering, the publisher. The watch which belonged to Walton's connexion, the excellent Bishop Ken, has been presented to his amiable biographer, the Rev. W. Lisle Bowles. Walton died at the house of his son-in-law, Dr. Hawkins, at Winchester. He was buried in Winchester Cathedral, in the south aisle, called Prior Silkstead's Chapel. A large black marble slab is placed over his remains; and, to use the poetical language of Mr. Bowles, "the morning sunshine falls directly on it, reminding the contemplative man of the mornings when he was, for so many years, up and abroad with his angle, on the banks of the neighbouring stream." PRAISE OF ALE. DR. STILL, though Bishop of Bath and Wells, seems not to have been over fond of water; for thus he sings: "A stoup of ale, then, cannot fail, To cheer both heart and soul; Then fill your cup, and drink it up, |