after he had read here awhile, he found himself drowsy, and fell asleep; and when he awoke he perceived it was dark, and heard near him the voices of two persons, which raised his curiosity. His surprise increased to find by the conversation, that his mistress was forming a plot with Stephano, their neighbour's slave, to rob her husband and go off with him to Europe, in a ship he had prepared for that purpose. The noble youth was struck with horror at the discovery; for the perfidious woman in outward appearance seemed to live very happily with her husband, who was fond of her to excess. He resolved to prevent the villany, at first, by revealing the whole to his master; but reflecting, that a woman capable of such treachery might have art enough to make a good-natured husband believe her innocent, he resolved to try another method. He waited till the guilty pair separated, and, following his mistress, hastily overtook her, and told her he was informed of all that passed. He remonstrated to her the baseness of her designed flight, and ended with conjuring her to reflect, and change her purpose; in which case, he assured her, what had passed should remain with him for ever.

The mistress, finding herself discovered, pretended a sincere repentance for her fault, which she promised him she would never repeat; adding such marks of kindness to him, as gave him too much cause to imagine her unlawful passion had changed its object.

As the young Baron could not prevail with himself to gratify the passion of his mistress, she at last considered him as a dangerous person, and endeavoured to get rid of him by poison; which, though his servitude was almost expired, determined him to make his escape. He luckily met with a ship that brought him to Jamaica, and in September, 1740, he entered on board one of the ships of war as a common sailor; but a discovery being soon

made of his birth, and several circumstances of his story remembered by some in the fleet, he was introduced to the captain, who showed him particular regard, and the admiral, commiserating his misfortunes, not only accepted of a petition for his discharge, but soon sent him to England to prosecute his claim. When he arrived, he applied himself to a gentleman who had been an agent for the family, and it was not long before he had an opportunity of giving a strong proof of the justice of his cause.

The woman who had nursed this unfortunate young nobleman three years, hearing of his arrival, and being desirous to see him, was introduced to another gentleman, when she said, "You are not my boy-you are a cheat." Afterwards, she was brought into a room, in which were five or six gentlemen at a table, and one at a window looking out of it, and after viewing the former, said, "My boy is not here, except he be at the window," then seeing his face, she immediately cried out in a great rapture, "This is he," and kissed him. But being asked to give a particular circumstance which might convince others that she was not deceived, she answered, that he had a scar on his thigh; for having in his father's house seen two gentlemen learning to fence, the foils being carried away, he and his young playfellow got two swords, and went to fencing, by which he received a deep wound in the thigh. Upon examination the scar of it was very visible.

The foregoing narrative, extraordinary and romantic as it may appear, was proved to be substantially correct in the legal investigation that followed. Admiral Vernon was the gentleman to whose kindness and bounty James Annesley was indebted for his passage to Great Britain. Within a brief period after his return, an action of ejectment was commenced by young Annesley against his uncle, Richard, Earl of Anglesey, who had claimed to

be heir male of his brother, Lord Altham, upon a supposition that the latter had died sonless; and the cause came on for trial, in the Irish Court of Exchequer, on the 11th November, 1743. Serjeant Marshall, a learned member of the Irish bar, appeared for the plaintiff, and made a very lucid address, describing the singular and eventful career of his client, and supporting his claim by the strongest evidence. The defence attempted to show that James Annesley, though the son of Lord Altham, was not the son of his wife, Lady Altham, but illegitimate. This endeavour signally failed, and the jury, after an able summing up of the judges, and on the fifteenth day of the trial, returned a verdict for the plaintiff. James Annesley thus recovered the estates he sought for; but it is rather singular that he never assumed the family titles, or disturbed his uncle in the possession of them. A note to the State Trials, records the subsequent fate of the young nobleman :-" James Annesley, Esq., died 5th January, 1760. He was twice married; first to a daughter of Mr. Chester, at Staines Bridge, in Middlesex, by whom he had one son and two daughters. The son, James Annesley, Esq., died November, 1763, without issue; and the eldest daughter was married to Charles Wheeler, Esq., son of the late Captain Wheeler, in the Guinea trade. Annesley himself was married, secondly, (at Bidborough in Kent, 14th Sept., 1751,) to Margaret, daughter of Thomas l'Anson, Esq., of Bounds, near Tunbridge, by whom he had a daughter and a son, who are both dead-the son, aged about seven years, died about the beginning of 1764; and the daughter, aged about twelve, in May, 1765."

ELIZABETH AND MARY BULLYN, COUSINS OF QUEEN ELIZABETH.

In a remote part of the King's County, Ireland, adjoining the village of Shannon Harbour, is the tomb of two fair cousins of the unhappy Anne Boleyn, consort of Henry VIII. The story of its discovery is curious, and is so little known as to be worthy of minute narration, while the personages to whom it refers confer upon it very great additional interest.

Shannon Harbour is a small hamlet, with a population of about 200. It derives its appellation from being one of the stations of the Inland Steam Navigation Company of Ireland, it being situated at the junction of the Grand Canal with the River Shannon, en route from Limerick to Dublin. In its immediate neighbourhood are the sites of several battlefields of the sixteenth century, and continually, in the ordinary routine of husbandry, the peasantry turn up broken spears and swords and the fragments of what once was man. In 1803, when the canal locks were undergoing repairs, some labourers, who were quarrying in the vicinity of the village, beneath the ruined castle of Clonoona, happened on an extensive cave in the limestone rock. Having removed some loose stones that were piled up at its further end, they uncovered a huge slab, eight feet in length by four in breadth, and nearly a foot in thickness. When the

slab was raised, a coffin, chiselled in the solid rock, and containing two female skeletons, much decayed, was revealed to view; and on the lower side of the superincumbent flag was this inscription, cut in alto relievo :

ROCHFORD SON OF SR THOMAS BULLYN ·
ERLE OF ORMOND

AND WILLSHEERE ·

In the picture-gallery of the Earl of Rosse, at Parsonstown, in the King's County, were formerly two sweet female faces, inscribed, the one, "Anno ætatis, 18," and the other, "Anno ætatis, 17," but otherwise anonymous. No one knew who were intended to be represented by them, although the noble Earl was well aware of his maternal descent from Alice, daughter of Sir William Bullyn of Blickling, until the discovery of this tomb. Then it was remarked, that the elder wore a jewel in her bosom, in shape like the letter E, and that her sister had fastened behind the ear a marygold; and the rebus of old painters was remembered, who generally indicated by this quaint method the name of the individual their pencil had drawn. The Mary and Elizabeth of this deeply hidden tomb were now discovered; and few who looked on the mildewed and wasted relics, and contrasted with them the mild and loving countenances that looked down upon them from the antique picture-frames, could help a shudder at remembering the woful alteration. The boasted human form-the human face divine! And must they come to this? Ah, yea, indeed! "Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come: make her laugh at hat." But we may not moralize.