The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 12, No. 342, November 22, 1828. Various

vengeance drear, and dark desert of direst actions, crave

      A bloody death, a justice clear, and dark usurper's grave.

      On Erin's lovely land he falls—awarded darksome doom,

      When, ruffian-like, he dared profane the saintly Olave's tomb:

      He leaves his conquests, kingdoms, crowns, and all of earthly state,

      To sleep in loneliness, and fill his dark predicted fate.

Kirk Michael, Isle of Man. A B.C.

      THE ANECDOTE GALLERY

      A LIVING ALCHEMIST

(From Sir R. Phillips's Tour.)

      At Luton, Beds. Sir Richard hears of an ALCHEMIST, who lives at the village of Lilley, midway between Luton and Hitchen. The whole of his interview with this eccentric personage, will doubtless be interesting to our readers.

      It was four miles out of my road, but I thought a modern alchemist worthy of a visit, particularly as several inhabitants of Luton gravely assured me, that he had succeeded in discovering the Philosopher's Stone, and also the Universal Solvent. The reports about him would have rendered it culpable not to have hazarded anything for a personal interview. I learnt that he had been a man of fashion, and at one time largely concerned in adventures on the turf, but that for many years he had devoted himself to his present pursuits; while for some time past, he had been inaccessible and invisible to the world, the house being shut and barricadoed, and the walls of his grounds protected by hurdles, with spring-guns so planted as to resist intrusion in every direction. Under these circumstances, I had no encouragement to go to Lilley, but I thought that even the external inspection of such premises would repay me for the trouble. At Lilley, I inquired for his house of various people, and they looked ominous; some smiled, others shook their heads, and all appeared surprised at the approach of an apparent visiter to Mr. Kellerman.