Though Eolus' blasts and Neptune's waves have toss'd me to and fro, Yet now, at last, by Heaven's decree, I harbour here below; Where at anchor I do lie, with others of our fleet, Till the last trump do raise us up our Admiral Christ to meet. CHARLES STUART. * * * * * ON A DRUNKEN COBBLER. Enclosed within this narrow stall, Lies one who was a friend to _awl_; He saved bad _souls_ from getting worse, But d----n'd his own without remorse; And tho' a drunken life he pass'd, Yet say'd _his soul_, by _mending at the last!_ E.L.I. * * * * * WATER GRUEL. In an old paper, dated Friday, 13th Aug. 1695, is the following curious advertisement:-- "At the marine coffee-house, in Birchin-lane, is water-gruel to be sold every morning from six till eleven of the clock. 'Tis not yet thoroughly known; but there comes such company as drinks usually four or five gallons in a morning." G.S. * * * * * A clergyman being on the road to his country living, (to which he pays an annual visit,) was stopped by a friend, who asked him where he could be going so far from town,--"Like other people," replied he, "to my parish." C.F.E. * * * * * THE LETTER C. Curious coincidences respecting the letter C, as connected with the lamented Princess Charlotte. Her mother's name was Caroline, her own name was Charlotte; that of her consort Coburg; she was married at Carlton house; her town residence was at Camelford house, the late owner of which Lord Camelford, was untimely killed in a duel; her country residence, Claremont, not long ago the property of Lord Clive, who ended his days by suicide; she died in Childbed, the name of her accoucheur being Croft. C.F.E. * * * * * GIVING AND TAKING. (_From the French_.) "I never give a kiss (says Prue) To naughty man, for I abhor it." She will not _give_ a kiss, 'tis true; She'll _take_ one though, and thank you for it. * * * * * GEORGE SAVILLE CAREY. This amiable man told me that his affecting song, "When my money was gone," &c. was suggested by the real story of a sailor, who came to beg money while Carey was breakfasting, with an open window, at the beautiful inn at Stoney Cross, in the New Forest. He also declared that his father, Henry Carey, wrote the song of "God save the King," in the house in Hatton-Garden, which has a stone bracket, a few doors from the Police-office. * * * * *