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PREVENTION OF EFFLUVIUM.
(_To the Editor of the Mirror_.)
Sir,--The choruret of lime is recommended for preventing bad smells from
water-closets, &c. Can any of your correspondents oblige me and the
public by communicating the least expensive method of preparing it ready
for use, and also to state the proper quantity to be used?
C.C.C.C.
* * * * *
NANCY LEWIS,
(A CASTLE BAYNARD LYRIC.)
(_For the Mirror_.)
My peace is fled--I cannot rest,--
The tale I tell most true is;
My heart's been stolen from my breast,
By lovely Nancy Lewis.
Fair is the blossom of the thorn,
And bright the morning dew is;
But sweeter than the dewy morn
The smiles of Nancy Lewis.
The eye that's sparkling black I love,
Ay, more than that which blue is;
And thine are like two stars above,
And sloe black--Nancy Lewis.
Alas! alas! their power I feel;
My bosom pierced right through is:
In pity, then, my bosom heal,
My charming Nancy Lewis.
Oh! bless me with thy heaven of charms,
And take a heart that true is,
While circling life my bosom warms
In thine dear Nancy Lewis.
F. G----N.
* * * * *
THE NOVELIST
No. CXII.
* * * * *
A MOUNTAIN STORY.
In one of the most picturesque parts of the western Highlands of
Scotland stands an inn, which is much frequented by travellers. This inn
itself adds considerably to the beauty of the landscape. It was formerly
a manor-house; and the sedate grandeur of its appearance is in such good
keeping with the scenes in its neighbourhood, and so little in
accordance with its present appropriation, that travellers more commonly
stop at the gate to inquire the way to the inn, than drive up at once
through the green field which is spread before its windows, and its fine
flight of stone steps. Very few dwellings are to be seen from it; and
those few are mere cottages, chiefly inhabited by the fishermen of the
loch. One of these cottages is my dwelling. It stands so near to the
inn, that I can observe all that goes forward there; but it is so
over-shadowed and hidden by trees, that I doubt not the greater
proportion of the visiters to the inn are quite unaware that such a
cottage is in existence; and of the thousand sketches which artists and
amateurs have carried away with them, perhaps not one bears any trace of
the lowly chimneys, or the humble porch of my dwelling.
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