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

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.

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.

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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,
There rear'd by fair Devotion to sustain
In ancient times Tritonia's facred fane.
The circling beech in murderous form ap-
pears,

Decifive goal of all their hopes and fears!
The feamen now in wild amazement fee
The scene of ruin rife beneath the lee:
Voraginous, along the furge-lafht strand,
Death's horrid jaws that never clofe expand.
The veffel, while the dread event draws
nigh,

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 :
Yet Albert, Rodmond, with Palemon near,
And young Arion on the maft appear;
Even they, amid th' unspeakable distress,
In every look diftracting thoughts confefs:
Begirt with all the horror of the main,
They view th' adjacent shore, but view in
vain.

Such torments in the drear abodes of hell,
Where fad Defpair laments with rueful yell;
Such torments lacerate the damned breast,
That fees remote the mansions of the blest ;
Heaven's faving aid their fuppliant cries im-
plore,
[more.
But Heaven, relentlefs! deigns to aid no
Ye facred fhades! whofe rules reform the

heart,

And footh the paffions by celeftial art,
With lenient balm allay the fmart of woe,
And virtue and tranquillity bestow!
Ah! would your facred influence triumph
here,

Where courage, vigor, hope submit to fear?
Altho' you teach us at the latest breath
To fmile ferene amid the pangs of death;
Alas! th' exalted lectures here must fail,
Nor all th' elaborate science ought avail.
Immortal Zeno's self would, trembling, see
Inexorable Fate beneath the lee :
And Epictetus at the fight in vain
Attempt his ftoic firmness to retain:
Had Socrates, for god-like virtue fam'd,
And wifeft of the fons of men proclaim'd,
Spectator of fuch various horrors been,
Ev'n he had stagger'd at this dreadful fcene.
It comes the dire catastrophe draws near,
Lafht furious on by Defliny fevere! [death,
The fhip hangs hovering on the verge of
Hel! yawns, rocks rife, and breakers 10ar be-

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
pay,
Accept this grateful, tributary lay:
For Harriet's life--fo long, fo much deplor'd,
By thee to health, to love and me reftor'd.
Stranger as yet to fweet connubial joys,
Which no remorse, no confcious guilt an-

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,
And fee what to ask for more.

Grant, ye Powers, a little wine,
For a gueft that comes to dine;
And a stock of mild and stale,
Honest neighbours to regale;
And October, strong and mellow,
Tubes and weed, for hearty fellow.
Thofe, in Ciftern's moulds comprest,
That of Brocus, very best.
Cordials too in cupboard be,
Rum, arrack, and ratifia:
Now and then a little cup
Serves to keep the fpirits up.

As a sportsman, give me horses,
Some for chace, and fome for courfes;
And a pack of little hounds,
To drive Reynard o'er the downs.

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
To my friend, as well as me;
And with wit and beauty's charms,
Glad my heart, and bless my arms.
Oh, the joys of fuch a life!
To be blefs'd with fuch a wife!
Be the produce of our joys
Little girls and little boys!

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!
His beard with fnow is filver'd o'er,
Which ftill invefts the heary ground:
Two dolphins wait him on the deep,

And as they once Arion bore,
Invite him to ferene fkies,
Where the delighted fpring bird flies.
But he, intent to prune and plant,

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;
From ruft he wipes his crooked knife,
And gives the infant fap new life.

Now earlier with her golden key
Aurora haftens to the east:

And later now advances night
To draw her mantle o'er the day,
Sufpending the nocturnal feaft:

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,
And you no doubt will foon my name dif-
[lover;
In youth well known, yet stranger to the
In May I'm feen, as conftant as the year,
But in December never did appear;
Your worldly joys for my afsistance call,
In plays I'm found, tho' never grace the
ball;

The lovely nymph I conftantly attend,
And Hymen too refpects me as a friend;
The lofty cyprefs, and the church-yard yew,
My power share, and so I think do you ;
Egypt and Italy allow I'm there,
In glory feen, with beauty I appear;
Useful in company; exempt from pride}
By day approv'd; by night I'm fet afide.
Now, friends, permit me to withdraw a-
while :
[guile.
In what I've faid you'll find there is no
Biggleswade,

Jan. 17, 1764.

J. SHADGETT.

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