the rest never recovered their health.  His design was against the pious prelate Fisher, who at that time resided at Rochesterplace, Lambeth.  The villain was acquainted with the cook, and, coming into the bishop’s kitchen, took an opportunity, while the cook’s back was turned to fetch him some drink, to fling a great quantity of poison into the gruel, which was prepared for dinner for the bishop’s family, and the poor of the parish.  The good bishop escaped.  Fortunately, he that day abstained from food.  The humility and temperance of that good man are strongly marked in this relation, for he partook of the same ordinary food with the most wretched pauper.  By a retrospective law, Roose was sentenced to be boiled to death, which was done accordingly.  In Smithfield, the arch-rebel, Wat Tyler, met with, in 1381, the reward of his treason and insolence.”

Smithfield[1] is at present celebrated, and long since, for being the great market for cattle of all kinds, and likewise for being the place where Bartholomew fair is held, alias the Cockneys’ Saturnalia, which was granted by Henry II. to the neighbouring priory.

P.T.W.

    [1] After the Great Fire, many Londoners resided here in huts.

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THE ANECDOTE GALLERY.

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THE ANDALUSIAN ASS.

A gay lieutenant of the Spanish Royal Guards, known by the name of Alonzo Beldia, became violently enamoured of the beautiful Carlotta Pena, the eldest daughter of a reputable gunsmith, whose humble habitation adjoined the vast cemetery of Valencia, and whom Beldia had casually seen at a public entertainment given in that good city.

Alonzo was affable and extremely complaisant, though an egotist and somewhat loquacious; but nature had, nevertheless, bestowed upon him a prepossessing exterior with an enviable pair of jet black whiskers, and the most expressive eyes; he could sing a tonadilla divinely; dance the fandango with inimitable grace; and “strike the light guitar” with unparalleled mastery.  He was, in truth, an accomplished man of pleasure, and by his gallantry he subdued the tender hearts of many fair daughters of Ferdinand’s domains.

On a dark night in the month of December, just as Alonzo had played one of his bewitching airs, with his wonted execution, and was engaged, in converse sweet, with the enraptured Carlotta, an extraordinary and seemingly supernatural noise suddenly proceeded from a distant part of the hallowed ground where Alonzo sacrificed at the shrine of love.  Jesu Maria! exclaimed the terrified damsel, what, in the name of heaven, can it be? ere the silvery tones of her sweet voice had reached the ears of the petrified Alonzo, the “iron tongue” of the cathedral clock announced the hour of midnight, and the solemn intonation of its prodigious bell instilled new horrors into