stream and dexterously steering her in a moment wee come to the other side as swiftly passing as an arrow shott out of the Bow by a strong arm. I staid on ye shore till Hee returned to fetch our horses, which he caused to swim over himself bringing the furniture in the Can noo. But it is past my skill to express the Exceeding fright all their transactions formed in me. Wee were now in the colony of the Massachusetts and taking Lodgings at the first Inn we come too had a pretty difficult passage the next day which was the second of March by reason of the sloughy ways then thawed by the Sunn. Here I mett Capt. John Richards of Boston who was going home, So being very glad of his Company we Rode something harder than hitherto, and missing my way in going up a very steep Hill, my horse dropt down under me as Dead; this new surprize no little hurt me meeting it Just at the Entrance into Dedham from whence we intended to reach home that night. But was now obliged to gett another Hors there and leave my own, resolving for Boston that night if possible. But in going over the Causeway at Ded ham the Bridge being overflowed by the high waters comming down I very narrowly escaped falling over into the river Hors and all wch twas almost a miracle I did not-now it grew late in the afternoon and the people having very much discouraged us about the sloughy way wch they said wee should find very difficult and hazardous it so wrought on mee being tired and dispirited and disapointed of my desires of going home that I agreed to Lodg there that night wch wee did at the house of one Draper, and the next day being March 3d wee got safe home to Boston, where I found my aged and tender mother and my Dear and only Child in good health with open arms redy to receive me, and my Kind relations and friends flocking in to welcome mee and hear the story of my transactions and travails I having this day bin five months from home and now I cannot fully express my Joy and Satisfaction. But desire sincearly to adore my Great Benefactor for thus graciously carying forth and returning in safety his unworthy handmaid." The Diary of the Rev. Mr Buckingham, in the same volume, is much less interesting, and written with far less ability. The author was a Presbyterian minister of Hartford in Connecticut, and accompanied the Connecticut troops as chaplain in the expeditions against Canada, undertaken by the Colonies in 1710 and 1711. To the expedition which sailed from Nantasket in 1710, it appeared that Massachusets furnished fourteen transports, Connecticut five, New Hampshire two, and Rhode Island three, but the number of the troops on board is not stated. It is probable, however, they were not fewer than three thousand, as in the expedition planned in 1709 against Montreal and Quebec, the Colonies had supplied in quotas about that number of soldiers. Altogether, these two little relics are curious, and the American publisher deserves the thanks of the statistical inquirer for having preserved them from oblivion— not that the works are in themselves of any great intrinsic value, but like the rude knotches which the first surveyors who penetrate the forests mark on the trees, they serve as guides to determine the extent and progress of location and improvement. The Ghost of the Oratory. SCENE I. MASTER ROBERT BUCKDALE. SIR REGINALD BUCKDALE DE REINE. Rob. Brother, I wish thee joy. And, pray, of what, fair brother? Rob. With such a face? I cannot rein the workings of my face I cannot rein them, Reginald de Reine. Reginald, Reg. That's right now, Robert ;-pun upon it, man ;- And new-sprung pleasures. Punning-punning, Robert, One grief, a heavy one: my brother may not Reg. I'll not cross-question thee; but whensoever Reg. And that aching heart as truly And I again Would know of what, fair brother? Reg. Nay, nay-I care not Well then, Rob, what is it? Rob. Why, that our father wills thee, will ye or nill, As who would not? Reg. Psha! I know whom you mean,— Rob. Reg. Hate her, sir! Well, well-not hate her. 3 K Rob. Brother, thou hast my secret-and my grief.This Giuliana I do love. Reg. Secret-yes; Why grief, though? What! is't grief to love a woman? Rob. My grief is Not that I love, but that I cannot woo, Nor can wed, Reg. Give me my loose-sheath'd sword, my well-fill'd beaker, A wassail wine-cup to my lips; and I Rob. Rob. Certes, small price for such a sacrifice. Reginald, Rob. Than darling liberty, or famous war, Reg. Up to the neck in love-I doubt thee not, I'll win thy lady,—if I can, that is,— Well, and then Yet let thee keep thy lands-for that I can. Reg. Tush! thou'rt not half a lover, to bring in "Brave heart can never miss a bonne et belle." Reg. Love me!-why, truly ay-and so she may, As think-much more talk-all that may be?—I— Rob. But ladies Would scarcely like such lightning speed, and some Reg. Well, well! good bye! I render up all title I have a hand for Giuliana's hand, I have an arm for Giuliana's head, To raise it, pillow it, avenge it, shield it 'Gainst harm, for wrong, 'mid restlessness, from woeWhat want I more? Reg. Methinks I could not love Woman so well,-but that I would-to pour Over thy cheek such wine-red glee as this, And shoot such gay stars from thine eyes, and such Of thine-most gladly give her. Rob. Noble fellow ! When next my hand, throbbing in thine, thou feelest When next my girdling arms,--thou❜lt clasp a blest Brother and favour'd lover, as I hope. Good bye! Reg. Good bye! I trust so: I am sure of it. God speed thee, brother, well!-Stay, Robert, stay; What think ye? Rob. Think! why, that thou'rt keeping me Here, when I should be elsewhere. Pray, dispatch! Reg. Nay, patience, patience, Rob. Giuliana at this time of day, ye know. Thou canst not see Rob. Thou know'st that haunted castle On the borders of the chase? Where they refused us lodging,-when, last week, Reg. The churl, he did so. But I've so arranged, And all the needful keys I have, and full He did so, Rob. And all for what? since thou must be aware Thy wager with yon merry foreigner, The black-hair'd duke of Parma, will be quash'd, Reg. Bah! it is not The crowns I care for. But I so had set And will not, draw a foot back, while my neck 'Tis an odd thing How long has he been here at court? Rob. So it is. Three weeks. Three weeks! and I The feast of the most blessed Trinity Reg. All but betroth'd in three weeks! by my faith, So near us as this, brother. Rob. Whimsical, Certes, it is; to be so close in this, And he and his fair daughter just from Venice- The serving-men, too, changed,-not one retain'd, Reg. Years-years. He was at Venice, when his wife, A daughter of the country, and a bride, Scarce of twelvemonths, died, leaving him her image A miniature-Giuliana, not till then Born to a father's tearful kisses. Men, And much with him and her, did prate how he, |