vas wrote by a famous tobyman vot come to his end at Tyburn tree. They called him Rhyming Rob.'

THAT all the vorld are robbers, now, I'd have you for to know,
Only some they are of high degree, and some they are of low.

Your queens and kings, and sich like things, your knights and ladies gay,

Your statesmen and your bishops, has the people for their prey.

O, tell me vat's the difference - it's werry hard to see
'Twixt von o' them and von of us a minister and me?
The minister of state and I alike for booty ax,
Only I confess its priggings, v'ile he calls his swag a tax.

Your mistress is a robber, though she robs you vith a smile,
And though she picks your pocket, says she loves you all the v'ile:
Your patriot robs you vith his talk about your institutions,
V'ile your doctor is a prig vot drains your purse's constitutions.

Your landlord robs you civilly - he does it with a bow;
Your foreign actress does it best - she knows exactly how:
Your sharper does your business at billiards vith a trick,
And dancers ease your pockets vith a pirouette and kick.

Then vat's the use of labor, boys?-come, push about the max ;
Do n't be ashamed of pilfering -it's levying a tax:
Then vot 's the difference of rank, v'ile von can dance and sing?
Your king is but a robber, and your robber is a king.

Jack filled his glass, and said: 'Here's confusion to care, and success to our trade! A bumper, captain!'

With all my heart,' cried Glen, raising a glass of ruby claret to the light. 'Success to our trade !'

'And now, captain,' said Jack, ' I claim my privilege of knocking you down for a song.'

'I cannot object,' replied the courteous robber, 'and I beg you will listen with attention to my

'And I'll do so!' cried Jack, upon whom the juice of the juniper had begun to operate, smiting the table till the plates danced, by way of emphasis; 'I'm blowed if I von't, and that's as good as if I swore it. But if I gets scragged before you, captain, (and a knowing gipsey once foretold that I should be scragged twice, and that the last time vould prove fatal,) vy, if you can prig my body, and take it to some knowing covey, and if so be as he can't bring me to life, vy, you may sell my corpse, and drink my health vith the profits. And now, since my heyes are vinking, and it's nearly morning, I wotes that we retires.'

The motion was seconded by the captain, and, after extinguishing the fire, the pair retired to their beds, to dream over new exploits; so true it is, that success blinds us to danger, and that men can sleep soundly on the verge of a volcano.

THE sudden disappearance of Captain Percy caused no little excitement among the host of those who knew him. Miss Sallow mourned in solitude and silence; not so the gallant captain's creditors, who advertised him in the newspapers. It was a long, long time before the bereaved young lady permitted herself to be addressed with words of consolation, and when she did, they were pronounced by the lips of the poor poet; and so potent was their effect, that, strange to say, the young lady, in the fervor of her gratitude, consented to be led to the hymeneal altar by the author of the 'Genius of Washington.' They were married in church, with great pomp and ceremony; but when the happy bridegroom placed the wedding ring upon the finger of the bride, she was observed to start and stare, while a crimson flush suffused her innocent countenance. Some considered this ominous; others called it a ridiculous affectation; but we cannot wonder at it, when we learn that in the mysterious and holy symbol, she recognised the gage d'amour that once rewarded the impetuous address of captain Percy. However, she kept the secret to herself.

The happy pair passed the honey-moon in excursions to various parts of the country, and once favored the Morthams with a day of their society. It was drawing toward the small hours of darkness, when they entered their carriage, to return to town. They had been urged to remain all night, but they were obdurate and inflexible, defying the perils of darkness and a drunken coachman. The road was silent and deserted, for in the neighborhood of Boston, the people are proverbial for early hours, and a traveller is rarely encountered on the road, after ten o'clock at night. At first, the carriage rolled along at a moderate rate; but the horses soon increased their speed, and owing to the helplessness of the inebriated driver, soon upset the vehicle down a steep bank, at the side of the road. Epic and his lady were unhurt, but terrified exceedingly. They struggled in vain to extricate themselves from their prison, and were compelled to listen to the mingled curses and cries of the coachman, and the splintering of wood, as the frightened horses frantically endeavored to free themselves from the carriage and harness. What was their relief, when the door of their carriage was opened, by an unknown hand, and they were freed from their perilous situation, and handed out of the fallen vehicle with punctilious politeness. By the light of one of the carriage-lamps, they saw that they were in the presence of two strangers, whose faces were concealed by caps slouched over them, and whose forms were enveloped in loose wrappers. The horses of these friends in need were hitched to the rails of the fence that bounded the road, and were quietly cropping the grass by the way side. The coachman, who had now recovered his senses, was assisting the shortest stranger to right the carriage, and quiet the horses. The driver re-mounted his box, and demanded the reins, but the stranger who had assisted him, imposed silence, by an imperative gesture, and retained them in his own hands.

Epic grasped the hand of his unknown friend, and thanked him warmly for his timely and courteous assistance, assuring him that if he would favor him with his address, he would do himself the honor to send him a copy of the 'Genius of Washington,' on the ensuing day. The stranger bowed, and had his face been visible, it is more than probable that a smile would have been observed lurking on his lips.

The lady was less cold in her acknowledgments than her husband, for she flung herself into the arms of the stranger à la Française, and asked how they could reward him. The stranger gently disengaged the lady's arms, and placed her in those of her husband, before he said, in a cool and firm manner:

'These kind words and this embrace are more than sufficient on your part, madam. They overpay me. But you, Sir, must give up your purse, watch, and whatever trinkets you may have about you.'

'You are joking,' cried the astounded Epic.

'Not in the least,' answered the stranger, in a voice which, though disguised, had something in it that thrilled to the heart of the lady as she listened.

'Not in the least,' he repeated, drawing forth, and cocking a huge horse-pistol. I should be grieved to be reduced to the necessity of using force - but time presses, and you see I'm armed.'

Epic groaned.

'Come, come,' said the cavalier; it is but fair. I stopped and delivered you, and now you must stand and deliver yourselves.'

Resistance was vain, and the frightened pair gave up their money. The lady was about unclasping her necklace, but the robber gallantly prevented her. 'Nay, madam,' cried he, 'I would not take it for the world. I never permit the ladies to surrender any thing to me but their hearts. And yet, egad! I must have some souvenir to remind me of this bonne aventure. This ring, madam, you must permit me to wear - even though it be a gage d'amour.'

Again that priceless diamond graced the finger of the robber. 'And now, madam,' continued the cavalier, 'allow me to hand you to your carriage, for these night-dews are unfavorable to beauty.' So saying, with the greatest grace imaginable, as if he were treading the minuet de la cour, he touched the gloved hand of the lady, and moved to the carriage.

Strange to say, Mrs. Epic felt, on the whole, rather pleased with her nocturnal adventure. Not so, however, the poet, who, not being so alert in his movements, while ascending the steps of the carriage, as the robber wished, received a quickening application from the muzzle of the pistol, which sent him headlong into the interior of the vehicle. The gallant robber made his adieus to the lady, folded up the steps, and closed the carriage-door. He then approached his companion, and taking the reins from him, handed them up to the coachman, at whose head he presented a cocked pistol, as he gave his parting directions.

'Drive on,' said he, 'as if the devil were behind you, as in truth he is. Spare not for whip or voice, and turn not your head- else it may be the heavier by another ounce of lead.' It is needless to add, that the Jehu did his best. The robber for a moment watched the dark carriage, as its single light, lessening with wonderful celerity, glanced like a marsh meteor along the midnight road. Then, in a cheerful voice, he said to his companion :

To horse, Jack - to horse, you dog! And though our pockets be the heavier, our nags will carry lighter weight.'

The rascals threw themselves into their saddles, and galloped speedily across the country, the taller of the two humming, as he rode, the fragment of a robber-ditty, which had often been roared over the bottle, with stentorian voice, in the dark haunts of London iniquity.

THE ROBBER'S CALL.

'THE knight's in his hall, the dead in his pall,
And the queen in her regal bed;
Their slumbers are deep, but no curtained sleep
Must pillow the robber's head.

'The yeoman may snore, when his toil is o'er,
And the watcher may nod o'er the corse;
But the robber must rise, under starless skies,
And saddle his trusty horse.

'His pistols braced to his sturdy waist,
He springs on his trusty steed
Away! away! the world is the prey
Of the bold in thought and deed!

THE preceding was one of the few exploits which the gallant captain achieved upon the road. He was soon forced to acknowledge that the glory of the highway had departed for ever. Many of the travellers whom he stopped were penniless, and not a few successfully resisted him. Jack Diver, too, his fidus Achates, became daily more and more addicted to his gin, and during a fatal period of intoxication, betrayed in a bar-room the secret of the tomb. In one hour after, Jack was in the gripe of Justice, and two well-armed officers proceeded to the place of concealment, to apprehend his accomplice in crime. They forced the entrance of the den, but its desperate inmate defended himself like a lion, until a random shot from one of the officers brought him to the ground, mortally wounded. He died in the most frightful agonies.

Jack Diver was hung at Dedham - and effectually, too - for his skeleton adorns the hall of a medical association. He was ultimus Romanorum - the last of the highwaymen; for Martin died before, and Walton is hardly a fit representative of the knight-errantry of the road. He met his fate with the most perfect composure, and the last words he uttered were, 'Ladies and gentlemen, I'm hinnocent! I'm hinnocent!'