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pocket; it is four minutes and a half past ten by this watch. But I don't like to be here, it is so fine a place; would rather be outside; I only came in here because you wanted me to do so.""


On the ensuing day E. W. again perambulated the Palace. my request," says his editor, "he looked into several rooms, and says, 'Here is that young lady I saw before, and the young gentleman too; they are now in a room by themselves, but it is only a small room; but there are many people on the outside.'”.

No doubt Mr. Wisenden felt that the Queen's boudoir was "L not a fit place" for him; for, apparently without interrupting the royal tête-à-tête, he passed thence into the gardens. Here however he manifested something very much like a want of delicacy in following Her Majesty everywhere as closely as her shadow; yet it must not be forgotten that he entered the royal precincts "as rated spaniel takes his burden up;" and that he possessed but little "knowledge of the world;"

"He little dreamt when he set out,
Of running such a rig!"


"I shall stop here, and look at all the flowers, they appear to be all Here is a handsome one, standing on a stalk by itself; this flower is like a large cup, of an orange colour, with red stripes. Here is a seat, I shall stop here! That young lady has been walking about here to-day, and the gentleman too; some ladies walked behind her, and held up her gown, but I went on before her -where she went I went. How very smooth the paths are; but I do not walk on the paths when by myself, but from one flower to another, across the beds. The young lady sat down once-and when she went back to the Palace I went in with her; but she did not go in by the door I came out of, but went in by a door to a room, and I went in with her; and as she went from one room to another, I went with her!"

Prodigious! On a subsequent occasion the visitor had "a prime ride," as he expressed it, in an open carriage with a lady and gentleman, who "laughed much as they rode along;" and one day he took an airing with them " on horseback." Once he introduced a

companion, and led "him into various apartments;" he afterwards attended a State Ball, and gave minute and accurate descriptions of the company and the cheer. "When they got into the ball-room they began to move about amongst one another in a huddling manner for some time, and then they danced." If he wished to know the name of a guest, he “looked into his pocket." While admiring Tippoo Saib's tent, "the Duke of Wellington came up and talked about the siege; and said that the officers displayed great courage there, and the Duke appeared much pleased to talk about it." The tent was "filled with refreshments; when any one chose, they went in and took what they pleased; some of them took a pretty good share too!" Mr. Dann remarks that "some of the observations were made on the same evening that the ball took place, and that Edward had "not read a newspaper for six months."

Assuredly this feat is more calculated to agitate even the strong mind than any thing that has ever been achieved-except the blowing up of John o' Gaunt off Brighton by Captain Warner. * And, cum aliis, it is suggestive of many interesting questions-what are the limits of a Clairvoyant's sensibilities? He delights in a garden-can he relish a remote jelly? He buttons up his coat in a cold tunnel-is he proof against a pistol-ball? He does what Falstaff refused to do, he acts "upon compulsion"-why is he thus abject? But for the present we must repose upon the facts of the case, and exercise patience; we shall know more anon;—

"This is as strange a maze as e'er was trod;
And there is in this business more than nature
Was ever conduct of; some oracle
Must rectify our knowledge."

* The writer would not rob labour of its reward, or merit of its palm; but before Sir Robert Peel consents to pay £300,000 for blowing up a ship of the line, he ought to be thoroughly satisfied that it is not effected by mesmeric sleight; for if it be, the Prince de Joinville will most surely possess himself of the imitabile fulmen, le grand œuvre, without paying for it-indeed the process must soon become patent to all the world. Already does Brother Jonathan threaten to "thunder us in pieces;" if the newspapers

In the garden we catch a glimpse of Fairyland, the realm whither the ancients were wont to repair, "to play with the light-to listen to the soft language of the flowers and catch their secrets," and tổ enjoy the music of their "soft bells pealing,"

"With faint sweet tones on night serene,
When glow-worm lamps illume the scene."

Mr. Wisenden did not "walk on the paths," but flitted "from one flower to another, across the beds." Our grandsires all were believers in the veritable existence of Oberon and Titania, Robin Goodfellow and Pigwiggin, Tib and Fib, and "the crew that never rest;" and who will now dare to write FOOL on his grandfather's grave on account of his creed? We have had our laugh at the witcheries and diableries of the olden times-the Mesmerist is now laughing at the superstitions and reveries of Young England. Our traveller has restored a long lost gem to the British Crown, and immortalized the reign of Queen Victoria, the gardens of Pimlico, and himself!

"Come, follow, follow me,
You fairy elves that be;
On tops of dewie grasse
So nimbly do we passe,

The young and tender stalk
Ne'er bends when we do walk."

report truly, Mr. Colt, "in the Potomac, in the presence of the President,” has blown up "a ship of 500 tons at a distance of two miles, while she was going through the water at the rate of eight miles an hour, under a full press of canvass." What was the ship's ensign? What became of the crew?


"Daylight and champian discover not more; this is open."
Twelfth Night.

"A gentleman previously wholly incredulous as to the truth of Mesmerism, said that if any mesmerised subject, who had never entered his house, would describe to him the furniture of his drawing-room, he should be convinced. The challenge was accepted. The subject was mesmerised at some distance from the residencethe lad was desired to describe the furniture. After looking it carefully over, he enumerated the articles one by one, but said, 'there is one, I cannot tell what it is.' It was a splendid upright piano, an instrument the boy had possibly never seen before; whether so or no, he must have actually seen it then, or he could not have said there is one article, I cannot tell what it is.”

"The lad was asked what a gentleman present had in his trowsers' pocket? 'He would see.' In a minute he told us, ' I think he has a little box.' Query from a spectator, made known to him through the operator-' Is it like a snuff-box?' He said, 'I will see.' In another minute he said 'there was a glass in it.' It was a pocket magnifying glass. 'Is that all in the gentleman's pocket?' 'I do not know, but will see.' In half a minute he said, 'In the bottom there is gold, but whether a sovereign or a half-sovereign I am not sure!' In a few minutes he announced it to be a halfsovereign, the date of 1824. 'You are not correct.' 'I will look again.' A minute and a half passed, when he said, 'the last figure is nearly out, I see it now, 1828.' It was so. Had there been any deception, he would naturally have said at first 1824, and afterwards 1828; thus proving to demonstration that he must have seen and contemplated the figures separately, combining them seriatim in his progress." Spurrell's Rationale.

Science, by and by, may perchance render half-sovereigns, under button, as "sensible to feeling as to sight;" if it should, what curious points in jurisprudence, what nice cases for counsel, it would originate! The Clairvoyant-as in the case of Mr. Wisenden-is clearly susceptible of fatigue, physical suffering; but is he capable of physical ill-doing? Could he pick a pocket-or a lock? Fire a gun-or a house? Give a blow-or a bruise? And is he capable of moral ill-doing? Is he responsible-amenable to law? Subjected as he is to the despotism of a superior power, should he not be regarded, at the worst, rather as a tool than a particeps? But, in case of need, how could he be arraigned? By what canon could his personal identity be established? What kind, what amount of evidence would satisfy twelve simple minded men of his guilt? And is he punishable? Could he be confined within stone-walls? Would triple iron hold him? Could he be attached to a treadmill? He could transport himself to Botany Bay in a twinkling, or less; but could the High Sheriff transport him thither?

It would not be reasonable, at the present moment, to expect answers to questions of this nature; the science though Herculean is still infantile, still" in its cradle ;" time alone can unfold its proportions, and develope its mighty powers.


"Some strange commotion is in his brain." King Henry VIII.

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