disgusted with his foolery, and ceased paying any more visits to her
female friend, in order to avoid the sight of so strange a lover.

John, however, was a kind of philosopher, and calmly sustained his love
misfortunes. A particular occurrence happened which will somewhat account
for this passive resignation. One evening, during a solitary walk, he saw
his identical mistress in company with a young French officer. He walked
sullenly home, wrote some verses on the inconstancy of women, drew from
recollection a portrait of the cruel fair, which he hung in his study, and
banished his former pretences. Report says, that he lived the remainder of
his days in a state of celibacy. G.W.N.


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SIR HUMPHRY DAVY.


Sincerely do we regret to announce the death of this great and good
man--the most celebrated philosopher of our times, who has done more for
the happiness of his species than any associated Academy in Europe. He
died at Geneva, May 29, aged 51. We shall endeavour to do justice to his
talents and amiable character, in a Memoir to be published at the close of
this volume of THE MIRROR--prefixed to which will be a fine Portrait of
the illustrious deceased.




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