(To be concluded in our next.)

[5] Since my return, I learn from the captive Red Indian woman
    Shawnawdithit, that the vapour-bath is chiefly used by old people,
    and for rheumatic affections.

Shawnawdithit is the survivor of three Red Indian females, who were taken by, or rather who gave themselves up, exhausted with hunger, to some English furriers, about five years ago, in Notre Dame Bay.  She is the only one of that tribe in the hands of the English, and the only one that has ever lived so long among them.

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THE SELECTOR, AND LITERARY NOTICES OF NEW WORKS.

AN HONOURABLE “INDEPENDENT” FAMILY.

The Honourable Mister Augustus Headerton, who lived once in yonder villa, was the youngest of eleven children, and consequently the junior brother of the noble Lord of Headerton, nephew of the Honourable Justice Cleaveland, nephew of Admiral Barrymore, K.C.B., &c. &c. &c.; and cousin first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, or seventh remove—­to all the honourables and dishonourables in the country.

When the old earl died, he left four Chancery suits, and a nominal estate to the heir apparent, to whom he also bequeathed his three younger brothers and sisters, who had only small annuities from their mother’s fortune, being assured that (to use his own words), “he might depend on him for the honour of the family, to provide for them handsomely.”  And so he did (in his own estimation); his lady sisters had “the run of the house,” and Mr. Augustus Headerton had the run of the stables, the use of hunters and dogs, and was universally acknowledged to possess “a proper spirit,” because he spent three times more than his income.  “He bates the world and all, for beauty, in a hunting jacket,” exclaimed the groom.  “He flies a gate beyant any living sowl I iver seed, and his tallyho, my jewel—­’twould do y’er heart good to hear his tallyho!” said my lord’s huntsman.  “He’s a generous jontleman as any in the kingdom—­I’ll say that for him, any day in the year,” echoed the coachman.  “He’s admired more nor any jintleman as walks Steven’s Green in a month o’ Sundays, I’ll go bail,” continued Miss Jenny Roe, the ladies’ maid.

“Choose a profession!” Oh! no; impossible.  An Irish gentleman choose a profession!  But the Honourable Mr. Augustus Headerton chose a wife, and threw all his relations, including Lord Headerton, the Honourable Justice Cleaveland, Admiral Barrymore, K.C.B., and his cousins to the fiftieth remove, into strong convulsions, or little fits.  She, the lady, had sixty thousand pounds; that, of course, they could not object to.  She had eloped with the Honourable Mr. Augustus Headerton;—­mere youthful indiscretion.  She was little and ugly;—­that only concerned her husband.  She was proud and extravagant;—­those (they said) were lady-like failings.  She was ignorant and stupid;—­her sisters-in-law would have pardoned that.  She was vulgar;—­that was awkward.  Her father was a carcass butcher in Cole’s Lane market—­death and destruction!