visit last June at a friend's house near town, became
acquainted with a handsome youth, who was shop-lad at a circulating
library, of whom she became enamoured, and a secret marriage was the
consequence; but fearing her father's anger at such an unequal match
(the youth being poor) and the idea of being obliged to part with him,
gave birth to the following stratagem. The youth assumed the female
habit, and accompanied the fair bride to her father's house, where he
has until this fortnight figured away as her maid. The old gentleman,
however, is now reconciled to the loving couple, and Harry (alias
Harriet) is as happy as beauty and money can make him.

* * * * *

An Irish officer of the name of Foster, (now lieut. col. of the 6th West
India regiment) of the uncommon stature of six foot eight, made his
appearance at the rooms at Bath, when the late haughty princess Amelia
was present, she was led from his extraordinary appearance, to inquire
his name, family, and pursuits: she received information amongst the
answers to her inquiries, that he had been originally intended for the
church. "Rather for the steeple," replied the royal humourist.

* * * * *

THE LUCK OF EDENHALL.

_The ancient seat of Sir William Musgrave, in Cumberland._

In an excursion to the North of England, I was easily prevailed upon, to
see the _Luck_ of _Edenhall_, celebrated in an ancient ballad, now
exceedingly scarce--the only description I can give you of it is, a very
thin bell-mouthed beaker glass, very deep and narrow, ornamented on the
outside with fancy work of coloured glass, and may hold something more
than a pint. Tradition says that a party of fairies were drinking and
making merry round a well near the hall, called St. Cuthbert's Well, but
being interrupted by the intrusion of some curious people, they were
frightened, and made a hasty retreat, and left the cup in question, one
of the last of the fairies screaming out,

"If this cup should break or fall,
Farewell the _Luck_ of _Edenhall_."

The ballad above alluded to, is here inserted. It was written by the
duke of Wharton, and is called "The Earl's Defeat," to the tune of Chevy
Chace.

"On both sides slaughter and gigantic deeds."

GOD prosper long from being broke,
The _Luck of Edenhall;_
A doleful drinking bout I sing,
There lately did befall.

To chase the spleen with cup