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1817.] you are not "bronzed;" and take care you have reasonable proofs, that what you publish is authentic.

Now, in point, Mr Editor, I will tell you a story,—a story well-known, though, of course, not to nine-tenths of your readers.

A venerable, learned, and worthy country gentleman, who, had he been in life, would have found a pleasure in contributing to your "Repertory," happened, in the course of a forenoon walk, to come upon some industrious people who were engaged in clearing away the extensive moss of. In the course of their operations, one of them met with a substance which resisted his spade. The spade was thrown aside, and the pick-axe grasped to "split in flinders" this resisting substance. "Softly," my friend," said the antiquary; "continue with your spade, and trench round; perhaps you may raise, entire, a Roman urn.—For I have always been of opinion," said he to himself, "that this was the line of march of the Romans." The illiterate peasant knew as much about an "urn," as, mayhap, he did about "Roman." But his respect for the "venerable" was too great not to obey his orders. Well, then, he trenched, till at last made its appearance. "A Roman camp-kettle," with enthusiastic pleasure, said the antiquary to himself. "Carry it to the , Duncan, and I shall amply reward you." He did so, and was amply rewarded, befitting so inestimable a treasure. For in all his actings he dealt justly—succoured the needy—was a represser of vice—a promoter of industrious virtue. Such was our venerable antiquary.

It was placed on a table in his study. He viewed it with admiration and delight,—it confirmed him in his opinion,—its goblet form,—its moveable semi-circular handle;—all conspired. "Unquestionably," said he, "the Romans must have made this their line of march, and not that, as some ignorant writers have asserted.

Pursuing these ideas, it has been insinuated that he wrote a learned dissertation about this kettle, preparatory to its being presented elsewhere. It is further said, that it was presented and received with equal veneration and thanks.

However, to make "a long tale short," Mr Editor, I shall not at full length detail the amusing colloquy which took place, upon an after occasion, between the venerable and the real owner of the kettle. Suffice it to say, he was no Roman,—but a sturdy Highlander, who would have given hard blows to any Roman who dared to invade his kettle, or any thing else belonging to him. In a word, then, his story was this;—that his wife "Shanet" had, twelve months ago, bought this identical kettle in the town ofand in her way home, having indulged too freely to cure a colic, mistook her path through the moss, plumped into what is called a peat-bog, and was glad to quit her kettle and save herself; that Duncan's description of the size, shape, &c. of the kettle, and Janet's, exactly agreed; and that there was no doubt but it was their "nown" kettle. "If your honour will only gie me back the kettle, I'll hing it in the very middle kaiber o' the pothie, to be a warning to Shanet to get trunk no more." "That is impossible, Donald," said the venerable; "but there is as much money for you as will buy two such kettles; and in order to correct Janet's colics, there is, beside, a copy of Macniel's History of Will and Jean, which you may cause your son, Peter, read to his mother again and again,—and you yourself will not be the worse for listening to the moral tale." Donald accepted of the boon, and, having repeatedly said "Got pless and thank your honour," withdrew.

Now, Mr Editor, this is not a "bronze,"—no story of fancy;—some of your readers will at once recognize it, and will blame me for telling it so clumsily.

Well—I have just another story to tell you, by way of introduction to our future acquaintance, and then, for the present, I have done.

A select knot of antiquaries set out to explore classic ground. "Here, here!" exclaimed one.—"Now we have it—look here! look at this stone; perfectly distinct and plain!—mark the letters! R. I. L.—as clear as day, although our researches may sometimes he covered in obscurity. Quite plain and intelligible—R. I. L. Thus far, and no farther," he exultingly exclaimed; "Romani Imperil Limes! The antiquaries gathered around, and were struck with wonder: "We shall," said one of them, "find, to a certainty, an urn, containing the bones Rh