Thus the activity and bustle of the Inns of Court suddenly subside
into a want of occupation, not unaptly displayed in the following anonymous
parody:--"
"My lord now quits his venerable seat,
The six clerk on his padlock turns the key,
From business hurries to his snug retreat,
And leaves vacation and the town to me."
"Now all is hush'd--asleep the eye of care--
And Lincoln's Inn a solemn stillness holds,
Save where the porter whistles o'er the square,
Or our dog barks, or basket-woman scolds:"
"Save that from yonder pump and dusty stair
The moping shoe-black and the laundrymaid
Complain of such as from the town repair,
And leave their little quarterage unpaid."
H. B. A.
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SPIRIT OF DISCOVERY.
THE RIVER NIGER.
A Second Edition of the _Literary Gazette_ of Saturday last enables us to
lay before our readers the following important discovery:--
"We have the gratification to state, that the great question respecting the
course of the Niger, which has puzzled geography and literature for many
centuries, has at last been determined by British courage and perseverance.
We have just received the annexed letter from our esteemed and intelligent
friend, Mr.
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