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#138. by Mr. Wakley, the Editor of the Lancet, who chal

Chabert to take prussic acid
The challenge was accepte

ministered by Mr. W.

it when put to the

ad the company assembled, hively refused to

This so enraged the company i

1 to seek shelter by making his ex-
thencies. His ro-appearance

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1557, MARY QUEEN OF STS BEILL

I sin and lament me in vain,

These walls can but ceho my ran.
Alas! it increases my pain

When & think of the days that a gone.

Trio' the grace of my prison 1 se

*The birds as they wanton in r

My heart, how it pants to be b
Ty looks they are wild with, desp
Q. Mary

any is rendered memorable by the

beatiful and unfortunate Mary to the tread ry and Men of Elizabeth. Her history is too long and too kaz,, to need any recapitulation here.

N MARY'S FAREWELL TO CHATELAR
F'--the vision's spell is fled which brand my heart to

my spirit seemeth loae, nie! give one. Fou cht
sought ersh, m'e with love, when, ut,

nt for one whose heart was fpc-my Chatelar!

Rooms, by Mr. Wakley, the Editor of the Lancet, who challenged Chabert to take prussic acid, administered by Mr. W. himself. The challenge was accepted, but when put to the test, and the company assembled, he positively refused to take it. This so enraged the company that the Fire King was obliged to seek shelter by making his exit and hiding himself in the kitchen area. His re-appearance at the Argyll Rooms was prevented by their being destroyed by fire. He has, however, since been before the public at some of the Theatres, where his oven scene" has elicited both surprise and applause.

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8. 1587. MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS BEHEADED.

I sigh and lament me in vain,

These walls can but echo my moan;
Alas! it increases my pain

When I think of the days that are gone.

Thro' the grate of my prison I see

The birds as they wanton in air;

My heart, how it pants to be free,

My looks they are wild with despair.

Q. Mary's Lament.

This day is rendered memorable by the sacrifice of the beautiful and unfortunate Mary to the treachery and ambition of Elizabeth. Her history is too long and too well known to need any recapitulation here.

QUEEN MARY'S FAREWELL TO CHATELAR. Farewell-the vision's spell is fled which bound my heart to thee,

But when thy spirit seemeth lone, oh! give one thought to me; One gentle thought enshrin'd with love, when, like a heavenly

flow'r,

Amid the blue sky gleams the star which lighted up our bow'r. Ay-thou mayst wander where thou wilt,-upon the restless sea; But as the sweet waves kiss thy bark thou still shall think of

me;

And when in summer lands thine eyes behold our favorite star, Thou wilt lament for one whose heart was thine-my Chatelar!