for that purpose was poured into it, and the was bid to get up, and then affured, that the fincerity of her intention having been thus proved, was accepted by the deity, and that the was thenceforward at liberty to live with her husband as before, being now re-inftated in all her rights divine and focial. The female part of our Readers will probably thank us for communicating the following Recipe for the Preparation of the Greek Water, or the folution of filver, for the converting red, or light coloured hair, into a deep brown. AKE any quantity of filver filings, and diffolve them in Spirit of nitre; the fpirit of nitre and the filver being put in a mattrals, must be placed, firft, in a gentle fand-heat, and afterwards removed where the fluid may be made to boil for a short time: being taken out of the fand-heat while yet hot, add as much water as may have evaporated during the boiling; and, when the folution is grown cold, decant off the fluid from the fediment, if there be any, and the undiffolved part of the filver filings; which may be diffolv ed likewife, by adding more spirit of nitre, and repeating the fame treatment, Note. The folution of filver, thus obtained, is the Greek water, ufed for turning red, or light-coloured hair, to brown. Its efficacy may be greatly improved by washing the hair, before the application of the water, with common water, in which fome falt of tarter, or any other fixed falt, has been diffolved; the proportion may be an ounce and half of of the falt of tartar, to a pint of the water. The following Remedies are extracted from a pamphlet lately published, called Every Man his own Phyfician. Nervous Fevers. A vomit is neceffary when the fick nefs and load of the ftomach is urgent; if the body is coftive, clyfters of milk, fugar and falt may be injected every fecond or third day. Blifters must be applied to the nape of the neck, head and legs, the fick perfon must be kept quiet in body and mind, opiates are commonly hurtful; a little wine may be allowed, and thin wine-whey is proper for common drink. Give the following draught every fix hours : Take falt of hartfhorn ten grains, lemon lemon-juice half an ounce, fimple mint-water one ounce and an half, compound fpirits of lavander and fyгор of faffron of each one drachm and an half, mixt. Ague. Firft vomit the fick perfon, by giving half a drachm of the powder of Ipecacoanha and work it off with Chamomile tea; then let the fick perfon take the following powder : Of the beft Peruvian bark powder'd, one ounce, of Virginia Snake-root, and falt of wormwood, each one drachm; mix these well together, and divide them into eight dofes, one paper to be taken every two hours in a glass of red wine or any other liquid. This is a certain and infallible cure; but care must be taken to adminifter it only in the intervals of the fits, but it must be repeated for two or three days, about ten days after the firft cure, or elfe the diforder will frequently return. In obftinate cafes, removing into a drier air has been found of great fervice. Confumption. A milk diet, riding on horfe-back, country air, and bleeding frequently in fmall quantities, at each time taking away not more than fix ounces of blood, are the most efficacious remedies in this diftemper; fnails boiled in milk have fometimes been of fervice, as is alfo the Peruvian bark, when it does not occafion a purging. Deafness. Syringe the ears well with fome warm milk and oil, then take a quarter of an ounce of liquid opodeldoch, and as much cil of almonds, mix them well, and drop a few drops into each ear, flopping them with a little cotton or wool; repeat this every night going to reft. To be Continued. **** Poetical ESSAYS for FEBRUARY, 1764. EXTRACT from the laft Edition of the They try oppofing floods to mount in vain, SHIPWRECK, Canto III. BUT now Athenian mountains they defcry, And tall Colonna rears it's head on high, Where marble columns, long by time defac'd, Mofs-cover'd on the lofty cape are plac'd, Decifive goal of all their hopes and fears! More rapid, more impatient feems to fly ; Swift from their minds elapfe all dangerspaft, As, dumb with terror, they behold the laft: In every vein the refluent blood congeals, And every bofom mortal tremor feels. The moment fraught with fate approaches fast, [ing mast; While thronging failors climb each fhiverThe hip no longer now must stem the land, And, "hard a ftarboard!" is the last command: [plies, While every fuppliant voice to Heaven apThe prow fwift wheeling to the westward flies; [brac'd; The yards to ftarboard all were sharply Twelve failors up the fore-cat-harpings haste; Defperate afylum! charg'd with fatal woe! For lo! while dips immerft the plunging prow, [bends, Down-preft by watery weight the bow-fprit And, loosen'd o'er the stem, deep-crashing rends: Beneath the bow the floating ruins lie; The fore-maft totters unfuftain'd on high, And, as the rifes on th' up-lifting fea, With all it's load down-tumbles o'er the lee : Falling, it bears a lamentable scream, And hurls the struggling wretches in the stream; [ftay While, in the common wreck, the twifting Drags the main-top-maft by the cap away. And, panting, would the veffel's fide regain : Weak hope, alas! they buffet long the wave, And grafp at life, tho' finking in the grave; Till all exhaufted, and bereft of ftrength, They yield to Fate's unerring stroke at length; The burying waters clofe around their head, They fink for ever, number'd with the dead! Those who remain the weather-fhrouds [cafe : Nor longer mourn their loft companions' Transfixt with terror at th' approaching doom, embrace, Self-pity in their breasts alone has room : Such torments in the drear abodes of hell, heart, And footh the paffions by celeftial art, Where courage, vigor, hope submit to fear? neath, And foaming, fwelling, bound upon the Swift up the mounting billow now she flies, Her shatter'd top half-buried in the skies, Then headlong plunging thunders on the ground[refound! Earth groans! air trembles! and the deeps Her pondrous bulk the dire concuffion feels, And o'er up heaving furges wounded reels. Again the plunges, hark! a second shock Splits wide her bottom on the marble rock! Down on the vale of death, with dismal cries, The fated victims fhuddering roll their eyes In wild defpair, while yet another stroke With ftrong convulfion rends the folid oak: Ah Heaven! behold her mighty frame divides, [the tides ! And, crashing, bursting, spreads in ruin o'er A Letter fent to Dr. CowPER, by a Gentleman, whofe Lady was cured by Mr. KEYSER'S PILLS. FROM one indebted, mere than words can GR The LITTLE WISH. RANT me, Gods, a little feat, Modern-built, and furnish'd neat: Let it ftand on rifing ground, For a prospect all around: Call the manfion Cowper's-Hill; From the mount a little rill Let, meand'ring, gently flow Thro' the verdant vale below. Add a little garden to't, Planted, wall'd, and well laid-out; And a little bower therein, (Little bower, ever-green!) And a little fhady grove, Or for study, or for love; And fome little trees, that bear Pippin, cherry, plum, and pear; And the apricot and peach On the wall within my reach; And each fragrant flower that blows (Fragrant flower, for the nose !) And the rofe, in all its pride, (Blooming rofe, for blooming bride!) Tulips too, in richest shew, Tulips gay, as birth-night beau. Now let us go in a door, Grant, ye Powers, a little wine, As a sportsman, give me horses, Grant for thefe a fit eftate, Not too little, nor too great. But But if afk again I fhall, I will ask what's all in all: Give a pretty little spouse, To adorn my little houfe; Let her have complexion fair, Sparkling eyes, and auburn hair; Skin as white as neck of fwan, Smooth as down that grows thereon; Smiling looks, and ruby lips, Waift that tapers to her hips; And fine arms, that eafy fall, And foft hands, and fingers fmall: Skill'd to touch the warbling firings, When ber lays, or mine the fings: Let her frank and pleasant be Grant but thefe; may I be poor, When I afk-a little more! ODE to FEBRUARY. WITH wreath of yellow crocus bound, See furr-clad February creep! And as they once Arion bore, And throw his feed around the foil, With decent grace the boon refigns, Left autumn's treasures fhould be fcant; Thence he renews his daily toil, And trims with care the tender vines; Now earlier with her golden key And later now advances night Diana fooner hails the light; And hark the jelly huntfman's born With fprightly note falutes the morn! What are the checquer'd months to me? Or if they lowr, or if they fhine, So Myra but approves my flame: Throb not my heart; be calm and free, For yonder comes old Valentine! The feather'd fongfers fall proclaim As Cupid, the flieft young wanton alive, Of its hoard of fweet honey was robbing a hive, [grief, The centinel bee buzz'd with anger and And darted his fting in the hand of the thief. He fobb'd, blew his fingers, ftamp'd hard on the ground, [wound ; And leaping in anguish shew'd Venus the Then began in a forrowful tone to com plain, [pain. That an infect fo little fhould cause so great Venus fmiling, her fon in fuch taking to fee, [bee; Said, " Cupid, you put me in mind of a "You're just fuch a bufy, diminutive thing, "Yet you make woeful wounds with a defperate fting." Cover: Mark well the many characters I bear, The lovely nymph I conftantly attend, Jan. 17, 1764. J. SHADGETT. FO |