to reflect upon the lapse of time, how speedily his spring, summer, and autumn would pass away, and the winter of his days come upon him; like Wolsey he was not aware how soon the frost, the killing frost would nip his root: he was however a gay convivial fellow, loved his bottle and his friend, passed his time peaceably amongst us, and certainly merits the good word of every loyal subject in this kingdom. As for his proceedings in other countries, it is not here the reader must look for an account of them; politics have no place in these volumes; but it cannot be denied that he has made many widows and orphans in Europe, been an active agent for the court of death, and dipped his hands deep in Christian and Mahometan blood. By the friends of freedom he will be celebrated to the latest time. He has begun a business, which if followed up by his successor with equal zeal, less ferocity and more discretion, may lead to wonderful revolutions: there are indeed some instances of cruelty, which bear hard upon his character; if separately viewed, they admit of no palliation; in a general light allowances may be made for that phrensy, which seizes the mind, when impelled to great and arduous undertakings; when the wound is gangrened the incision must be deep, and if that is to be done by coarse instruments and unskilful hands, who can wonder if the gash more resembles the stab of an assassin than the operation of a surgeon? An æra is now open, awful, interesting and so involved in mystery, that the acutest speculation cannot penetrate to the issue of it in short, my friend in his last moments hath put a vast machine in motion, and left a task to futurity, that will demand the strongest hands and ablest heads to compleat: in the mean time I shall hope that my countrymen, who have all those blessings by inheritance, which less-favoured nations are now struggling to obtain by force, will so use their liberty, that the rest of the world, who are not so happy, may think it an object worth contending for, and quote our peace and our prosperity as the best proofs existing of its real value. Whilst my thoughts have been thus employed in reflecting upon the last day of an ever-memorable year, I have composed a few elegiac lines to be thrown into the grave, which time is now opening to receive his reliques. The year's gay verdure, all its charms are gone, Whilst all things droop, as Nature's death were near. Time flies amain with broad-expanded wings, But holds his speed, and through the welkin rings Oh! for a moment stop-a moment's space Though the new-dawning year in its advance Æa of mercies! my wrapt bosom springs The joyful tidings o'er the distant round Period of bliss! can any British muse Thou Freedom's nursing mother shall be stil'd, A sanguine mantle the dread infant wore, Then at that awful sight, as with a spell, Meanwhile Ambition chac'd its fairy prize The trampled serpent (Superstition) wreath'd Oh Austria ! why so prompt to venture forth, Come then, sweet Peace! in Britain fix thy reign, NUMBER LXXXVIII. NICOLAS PEDROSA, a busy little being, who followed the trades of shaver, surgeon and man-midwife in the town of Madrid, mounted his mule at the door of his shop in the Plazuela de los Affligidos, and pushed through the gate of San Bernardino, being called to a patient in the neighbouring village of Foncarral, upon a pressing occasion. Every body knows that the ladies in Spain in certain cases do not give long warning to practitioners of a certain description, and no body knew it better than Nicolas, who was resolved not to lose an inch of his way, nor of his mule's best speed by the way, if cudgelling could beat it out of her. It was plain to Nicolas's conviction as plain could be, that his road laid strait forward to the little convent in front; the mule was of opinion, that the turning on the left down the hill towards the Prado was the road of all roads most familiar and agreeable to herself, and accordingly began to dispute the point of topography with Nicolas by fixing her fore feet resolutely in the ground, dipping her head at the same time between them, and launching heels and crupper furiously into the air in the way of argument. Little Pedrosa, who was armed at heel with one massy silver spur of stout, though antient, workmanship, resolutely applied the rusty rowel to the shoulder of his beast, driving it with all the good-will in the world to the very butt, and at the same time adroitly tucking his blue cloth capa under his right arm, and flinging the skirt over the left shoulder en cavalier, began to lay about him with a stout ashen sapling upon the ears, pole and cheeks of the recreant mule. The fire now flashed from a pair of Andalusian eyes, as black as charcoal and not less inflammable, and taking the segara from his mouth, with which he had vainly hoped to have regaled his nostrils in a sharp winter's evening by the way, raised such a thundering troop of angels, saints and martyrs, from St. Michael downwards, not forgetting his own namesake Saint Nicolas de Tolentino by the way, that if curses could have made the mule to go, the dispute would have been soon ended, but not a saint could make her stir any other ways than upwards and downwards at a stand. A small troop of mendicant friars were at this moment conducting the host to a dying man.- Nicolas Pedrosa,' says an old friar, be patient with your beast and spare your blasphemies; remember Balaam.'-'Ah father,' replied Pedrosa, Balaam cudgelled his beast till she spoke, so will I mine till she roars.'- Fie, fie, prophane fellow,' cries another of the fraternity. Go about your work, friend,' quoth Nicolas, ' and let me go about mine; I warrant it is the more pressing of the two; your patient is going out of the world, mine is coming into it.' Hear him,' cries a third, hear the vile wretch, how he blasphemes the body of God.'-And then the troop past slowly on to the tinkling of the bell. 6 A man must know nothing of a mule's ears who does not know what a passion they have for the tinkling of bell, and no sooner had the jingling cords vibrated in the sympathetic organs of Pedrosa's beast, than boulting forward with a sudden spring she ran roaring into the throng of friars, trampling on some and shouldering others at a most prophane rate; when Nicolas availing himself of the impetus, and perhaps not able to controul it, broke away and |