How many a young apprentice of no note;
How many a maiden fair and lover true--
Have passed down thy Charybdis of a throat,
And gone, Oh! dreadful Davy Jones, to you!
The coroner for Southwark, or the City,
Calling a jury with due form and fuss,
To find a verdict, amidst signs of pity,
In phrase poetic--thus:--
"Found
Drown'd!"

_Monthly Magazine_.

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TRUE STORIES OF MAGIC IN THE EAST.

_By Charles Macfarlane, Esq_.


When that enterprising, intelligent, and inquisitive traveller, Mr. R----
was travelling in Egypt some few years ago, his curiosity was excited by
the extraordinary stories current about magic and magicians, and by
degrees, despite of a proper Christian education, he became enamoured of
the secret sciences. He even made some advances in them, under proper
masters, and would have made more, had he not met an Italian who was
supposed to be a proficient in the learning of Egypt. But this worthy bade
him look at his worn body, his haggard, harrowed countenance, and awfully
warned him, as he valued quiet days, and slumbering nights, to shun the