Must Gapet with mouth open for provender pine,
And Fountain‡ have only pure water for wine?
Must Burton no longer imbibe Burton ale,
Legget find neither legs of fresh mutton, nor stale?
Must Glasse‡ find the glasses all empty-and Small‡
Find dinners not smaller, but nothing at all?
And Doiley, poor fellow, discover at last
No doileys are ever requir'd at a fast?
Perhaps my Lord Steward may think a divine
Should preach in a pulpit—not over his wine;
But still, I confess, it seems rather obdurate
To give Royal Chaplains no more than a Curate.
Thrice ten pounds per annum 's a stipend so small,
I doubt if he'll find any Chaplains at all.
Now who is to own the episcopal plate,

Will be a fine subject for legal debate:

Some think that the forty-eight Chaplains shou'd share it,
That is, if the Ruler of England will spare it;
While others contend, that the Bishops who gave it,
Their heirs or executors, only shou'd have it,
Since the cause of their giving the gift is no more,
Th' effect must the gift to the givers restore.
The former thus argue: The plate 'tis agreed on,
Was doubtlessly given for Chaplains to feed on;
And therefore they think (should there be no prevention)
By taking it home they'll fulfil that intention.
Methinks, my Lord Steward, the Chaplains are right,
And hope you will not their strong arguments slight;
Tho' robb'd of their dinners by you, or by fate,
"Twill be doubly hard if they're robb'd of their plate.
GRUB.

Names of Chaplains.

On Saturday a fire broke out at Coombank, Lord Frederick Campbell's seat, in Kent. Lady F. Campbell, it appears, was addicted to the dangerous practice of reading in bed, and while thus engaged, on Friday night fell asleep; the curtains of her bed soon after caught fire, and the flames acquired such force, that every effect to rescue her Ladyship proved ineffectual. When the body was found, it was nearly reduced to ashes. The greater part of the elegant mansion has been destroyed. Her Ladyship was the daughter of Amos Meredith, Esq. and sister of Sir William Meredith, Bart. In 1752, she was married to Earl Ferrers, the unfortunate nobleman who was executed at Tyburn in 1760, for the wilful murder of Mr. Johnson his steward; she was, however, divorced from him by act of parliament, and after his death, in 1769, was married to Lord Frederick Campbell, brother to the Duke of Argyle.

Vaccine Incantation.-The following remarkable story is copied from an Irish paper, received yesterday. It is to be hoped that the fatal effects which have in this instance resulted from superstition, will tend to discountenance such foolish practices, even among the most ignorant.

Belfast, August 20. A melancholy event took place on Tuesday night, in the house of Alexander Montgomery, taylor, at Carmoney meetinghouse. Various reports are in circulation con

cerning it, but we believe the following is pretty

accurate :

Montgomery, it appears, had a cow which continued to give milk, as usual, but of late no butter could be produced from the milk. An opinion, which has been too long entertained by many people in the country, was unfortunately instilled into the mind of Montgomery's wife, that whenever it occurred, it was occasioned by the cow having been bewitched. In this opinion she was fortified by the concurring testimony of every old woman in the parish, each of whom contributed her story of what she had seen and known in former times, when, as the poet expresses it,

Tibby kirn'd, and yet nae butter came."

Various spells, however, were pointed out, which would prove effectual in discovering the witch, or at least in destroying her power over the cow. Among many others, the following was tried-twelve women were brought to the house, who, after certain essential ceremonies, proceeded, in a solemn manner, to bless the cow. This, however, also failed of success, and the cow was nothing better. At length the family were informed of a woman, named M. Butters, who resided at Carrickfergus

"The fellest fortune-teller e'er was seen,

A witch, that for sma price.

Cou'd cast her cantrips, and gie them advice."

They accordingly went to her, and after due consultation, brought her to their house. On Tuesday forenoon the sorceress got a quantity of the cow's milk, which she proceeded to churn. Her familiar, however, it appears, deceived her, the charm failed of success, and no butter was produced. Three men who had drank of the milk were soon afterwards seized with excessive sickness and violent vomiting; and it is supposed this was occasioned by some noxious ingredients which she had infused in the milk. The enchantress then informed the family, that after nightfall she would try another spell, which could not fail. Accordingly about ten o'clock at night, she gave orders for Montgomery and a young man, who was accidentally there, to go to the cow-house, and turn their waistcoats inside out, and in that dress to stand close by the head of the cow until they heard from her. They immediately went out and did as she desired, whilst Montgomery's wife, his son, a lad about twenty years of age, and an old woman, who was a lodger, remained in the house to witness the astrologer's operations. She then caused the door to be shut, the chimney to be stopped, and every crevice that could admit air to be carefully closed up. What other measures she pursued are not known. But we proceed to state the dreadful result:Montgomery, the father, and the young man who went into the cow-house, remained there for several hours, until it was day-light. The young man then went and knocked at the door, but not

receiving any answer, he looked through a window, and beheld the four persons within side lying stretched on the floor. Alarmed by what he saw, he called to Montgomery, and they broke open the door, when they found the mother and the son dead, and the other two nearly so. They carried out the former, but in doing so the young man had nearly lost his life, by the sulphureous vapour which filled the house. Having called up some neighbours, they obtained assistance, and the other two women were got out of the house. One of them expired in a few hours, but the sorceress recovered, and has been committed to gaol.

It is not known what stratagems she employed to work her pretended enchantment, but the people who went into the house found a pot on the fire, in which were needles, large pins, and crooked nails, with a quantity of milk. Little doubt can be entertained that she had also been burning sulphur, and that the vapour from it had proved fatal to the sufferers. A coroner's inquest has been held, and the following is a copy of their report :

"It is the opinion of the Jury, that the deceased Elizabeth Montgomery came by her death from suffocation, occasioned by a woman named Mary Butters, in her making use of some noxious ingredients, in the manner of a charm, to recover a cow, the property of Alexander Montgomery, husband to the deceased.

"James Steward, Coroner."

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