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 ced, Mir. D. said, ss We have been hard

 ai work all tho morning; Let ais eat and

 drink for so-m0rreW sOc die. Not" ad-. ded he, athat have any thought of dy-

 ing for years to come" Atfer taking his

 dinner and wine, a Post-cfaise wasorder-'

 ed, and Mir D. set out for the country.

 He arrived at home on Monday night. The

 next morning, when at breakfast with his

 wife and family, a gentleman came into the

 room, and said, !" Mir. D---, have you

 heard the death of Mr-- 2" ' No" said Mr.D-. "is he dead l--it is very diff ferent with me for my part am SO enga-

 ged in business, that could not find time l to die.". Immediately after uttering this lsentiment, he rose from the table, and Iwent into the kitchen and while stooping \ in the act of drawing on his boot, he fell I down on the floor, and expired!

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 4 P;erkcad Sketck 0f Liceypool-

 following amusing Sketch is taken from the

 Liverpool Albion: s

 Imagine yourself upon the Princes Dock Pierhead, about two hours before high-wa. \ ter. The wind is blowing from the South lwestward. The we'll known flags at the Lighthouse denote that there are ten ships and fifteen brigs off the port, besides Boards for several snows. The pierhead is pretty full already, andAmerchants, ship- owners, and idlers, are aocking towards it. { We'll, says merchant, addressing lus- ty gentleman in a great coat, well, whats off, MT. --?' 'Ten ships, fifteen brigs, and four snows,' replies the lusty gentle- man. 'Are there any private signals? in- quires another. 'Yes; there is one for the Manx packet, answered tiae same gem tleman. sWho he deuce cares for the Manx packetv exclaims the disappointed inquirer. at Is the New York packet off r z think she is, replies the gentleman, look ing through his spying-glsss see old Urrnson is now at Cropper's pole, going to hoist the signal There,' says bystan- der, 'another signal has just gone up. the Northward of the Lighthouse. think its Barton's.' 'See,' shouts another by- stander, sthere's signal just gone up on thestenth pole to the Southward. That's Browns, for the Philadelphia packet Thus the conversation is kept up among the assembled crowd, and numerous tele- scopes are fixed altera%tise!y on the vari- ous poles and on the Lighthouse. Atlength, the masts of vessel are seen over the 1 low sand hills near the rock. Alleyes are now turned ia that direction. As soon as she passes the Rock, innumerable glasses are directed towards her. She shows no signals, and the pierhead-loungers are pug zled to make out what vessel she is. 'It's the ---.,' says one, No, it's the--,' says another. 'I'll bet you new hat that she's neither the one nor the other, but the : - - -.-- remarks jolly looking gentle- man, with a rudy complexion know her by her high quarter deck and her bust head. This vessel, just at this moment, provokingly shows her Holyhead numbers, and demonstrates, to the satisfaction of the trio, that not one of thcm was right in his guess. %s There's another over the land, observes a person who is looking through glass. sIts the New York packet!' cx- claims the active and intelligent agent for a certain metropolitan establishment T see the black ballin her ducks tailfag.' The vessels now come round two or three at a time, and the persons on the pierhead are busily employed in conjecturing what they are and from whence they caMe.

 The knowledge which some of these inc ;aabitants possess of ships is frequently sur- prising; they eau often tell, without the aid of glass. vessel, the moment she shows her. nose (as they call her head) round the Rock, and can also tell who she

 belongs to, how much her owner gave for

 her, and whether he made or lost money

 by the last voyage. By this time the ves-

 sells approached the pierhead and the gen.

 tlemen present their spying-glasses at them just as . file of soldiers would present their muskets when about to fire a volley.

 Words are now exchanged between the ship and the shore. and variety of interesting particulars ascertained. sWhen did you

 sail ' inquiries one. What fine passage "

 exclaims another. Was there any news

 when you seiled ? asks an anxious pclti.

 elan. s' No; all was quiet,' replies the cap-

 tain. How was cotton selling at Charles

 ton 2 demands merchant from another

 vessel. - Boweds as high as -- cents,'

 rejoins passenger. Thus the conversa-

 tion is kept up whilst the vessels are warp-

 ing into dock.

 But who is that female bathed in tears.

 and supported by her friends She has

 learnt, poor woman that her husband di-

 ed during the voyage, leaving her and a

 numerous helpless family, to the compas.