And the fishermen boast, who dwell on that coast,
That after the ev'ning bell
Has toll'd the hour, in sleet and in shower,
They float on a golden shell.
And all night they roam, where the breakers foam,
When the moonbeams streak the waves,
But when morn awakes and the twilight breaks,
They glide to their coral caves.


_Leeds._

T.W.H.

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Manners and Customs.


EARLY INHABITANTS OF BRITAIN.

(_To the Editor._)


In your Correspondent _Selim's_ laudable endeavour to vindicate
the ancient inhabitants of this island from the character of barbarians
given them by Cæsar, he has made some errors, which, with your