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78 kirby’s wonderful museum.
husband, two years in a prison in France, from which they
were released in July, in consequence of the peace. On
the day she landed from the cartel, her husband died, and
this Martial Heroine is now a widow, still anxious, as she
says, to follow a camp, as the most pleasant life which
she can conceive. In the course of her military career, she
has visited many distant parts of the globe, and has been in
many actions, and received several wounds, which, how-
ever, were not severe, and were in parts of the body which
did not betray her sex. A scar from a sabre, which
graces her head, and the mark where a musket ball was
extracted from her leg, are honourable testimonials of her
service; but she says, that the two years she spent in a French
prison, were far more difficult to support, and did her con-
stitution more injury than her voyages to the East and West
Indies, her march from the Red Sea through Egypt, or her
campaigns in Flanders, in Spain, and in Italy. She is, how-
ever, in excellent spirits, and “ fights her battles o’er
again,” with all the ardour of Goldsmith’s old veteran, who
“ Shoulder’d his crutch, and shew’d how fields were won.”
THE DWARF STONE.
A SINGULAR CURIOSITY.
In Hoy, one of the Orkney Islands, there is a very re-
markable stone, called the Dwarf Stone, thirty-six feet long,
eighteen broad, and nine thick. It is completely hollowed
within, having an entrance on one side, about two feet
square, with a stone of the same dimensions lying near it,
which probably was intended for a door. Within, at the
south end of it, is the form of a bed and pillow, large enough
for two persons, neatly cut out of the stone. At the north
.end is another bed or couch; and in the middle is a fire-
husband, two years in a prison in France, from which they
were released in July, in consequence of the peace. On
the day she landed from the cartel, her husband died, and
this Martial Heroine is now a widow, still anxious, as she
says, to follow a camp, as the most pleasant life which
she can conceive. In the course of her military career, she
has visited many distant parts of the globe, and has been in
many actions, and received several wounds, which, how-
ever, were not severe, and were in parts of the body which
did not betray her sex. A scar from a sabre, which
graces her head, and the mark where a musket ball was
extracted from her leg, are honourable testimonials of her
service; but she says, that the two years she spent in a French
prison, were far more difficult to support, and did her con-
stitution more injury than her voyages to the East and West
Indies, her march from the Red Sea through Egypt, or her
campaigns in Flanders, in Spain, and in Italy. She is, how-
ever, in excellent spirits, and “ fights her battles o’er
again,” with all the ardour of Goldsmith’s old veteran, who
“ Shoulder’d his crutch, and shew’d how fields were won.”
THE DWARF STONE.
A SINGULAR CURIOSITY.
In Hoy, one of the Orkney Islands, there is a very re-
markable stone, called the Dwarf Stone, thirty-six feet long,
eighteen broad, and nine thick. It is completely hollowed
within, having an entrance on one side, about two feet
square, with a stone of the same dimensions lying near it,
which probably was intended for a door. Within, at the
south end of it, is the form of a bed and pillow, large enough
for two persons, neatly cut out of the stone. At the north
.end is another bed or couch; and in the middle is a fire-