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When brutes with two legs leave off cock-fights and

races; When Crib, Gulley, and Gregson, are not the three

graces ; When true taste shall suffer no more like a martyr; When Shakespear's preferr'd to grim Timour the Tartar; When ale’s made again from good malt and good hops; When corn-jews are found to rejoice at good crops; When butchers, dear souls ! low'r the price of their

chops; When truth shall no longer be deem'd a foul libel; When men follow precepts they preach from the Bible; When symptoms like these shall be seen through the land; They seem to portend-"a REFORM is at hand.”?

New Leicester Sheep.
Of all the various breeds of sheep
That butchers kill, or graziers keep,
From which do we most comforts reap ?

New Leicesters.
What sheep produce the richest meat,
And in appearance look most neat,
And pay best for the food they eat?

New Leicesters.
Which most of all the landscape grace,
Contain most bulk in smallest space,
And where they feed adorn the place ?

New Leicesters.
Which best our craving wants supply,
To feed, and keep us warm and dry,
And make both cold and hunger fly?

New Leicesters.

Which are most tractable and tame,
And will, so long as sheep remain,
Immortalize great Bakewell's name?

New Leicesters.

Volcano in the Sea. Extract of 'a Letter from St. Michael's, February 7.-“ For several weeks past the people of Ginetes, Varzes, and Caudelaria, had been much alarmed by repeated convulsions of the earth, which had rendered their houses unsafe, and induced them to pass the nights in temporary huts raised in their gardens, as you know is usual on these occasions; for since those violent shocks which we experienced in July last, they had never been entirely free from alarm.

“ It was reported that a volcano had broke out upon the Pico das Camarinhas, and in other places; but on Saturday, the 2d of February, being informed by a person from Ginetes, that the day before a tremendous volume of smoke was seen constantly issuing from the midst of the sea, and that by night the flames were visible, I resolved, in company with a friend, to proceed to the spot. This we did upon the 5th instant. When we arrived at Monte-Gordo, just above the Feiteiras, we perceived a vast column of thick dense'. smoke ascending from the sea, which was discoloured from Ginetes down to where we stood (a distance of two leagues at least), and at intervals a dark muddy substance, resembling the lodo

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of the Furnas, was hove up to the height of ten, and sometimes twenty fathoms. As yet we could not distinguish any fire ; but the country people assured us, we should plainly see it if we staid till night; and we accordingly pursued our journey towards Ginetes, where we arrived just after sun-set, and found ourselves precisely opposite the scene of our curiosity and admiration. We kept so bad a look out, however, that we did not happen to be watching the first and second time it appeared (as we learnt from our host, who did not come in doors all night.) But as morning. approached, and being desirous of bearing testimony to the fact, I resolved not to withdraw myself for a moment from the window ; when, between five and six o'clock, I and my companion were filled with the most sublime sensations, at the awful appearance of these devouring elements. We saw the fire distinctly three several times. The first volume of it did not ascend very high: perhaps, not more than twenty feet above the surface of the sea; but another body of less circumference accompanied the smoke to a greater height, carrying up with it substances resembling pieces of stone or metal. The third and last explosion we beheld was just at day-break : it was far more tremendous than either of the others, and ascended like a host of sky rockets to an immense height, and the burning fluid or lava was not extinguished till it plunged again into the water.

“ Being now broad day, we walked down to

the sea-side, in order to endeavour to ascertain as near as possible the distance of the volcano from

the shore. It appeared to us to be about one · mile; but as we had no means of calculating, except by the eye, and fearing the magnitude of the object might lead us astray, we think it safest to call it a mile and a half, and would recommend your pointing it out as such to all masters of vessels coming this way; for, since the eruption has in some degree subsided, the spot appears like a rock under water, with the sea breaking furiously over it. In summer time it may be possible for boats to approach towards it, and more correct observations than our's will no doubt be made; for it has been blowing a gale from W. S. W. ever since. You will find in Mr. Read's map, that the shore of Ginetes is laid down in 25 deg. 44 min. W. long.; consequently, if he be correct, which we have no doubt he is, this danger, which lies in a due westerly line from the Pico de Ginetes, should be set down in 25 deg. 451 min. W. long. and 37 deg. 52 min. N. lat. The fishermen say there are soundings in eighty fathom water; and the crater, we conceive, may be about two hundred yards in circumference.

Recipe for Hysteric Fits.-A correspondent has sent us the following :-Ext. Gentianie, 1 oz.; Flor. Zinci, 24 gr. Mix these well together, and divide them into 24 pills, two to be taken morning and evening; if no apparent change, take two more about eleven in the morning.

The following lines are part of an authentic copy of verses found in a wretched garret in Glasgow, after the decease of a young female of superior connexions and education, who became the victim of disease, extreme poverty, and wretchedness :

When pamper'd, starv'd, abandon'd, or in drink,
My thoughts were rack'd in striving not to think;
Nor could rejected Conscience claim the power
T'improve the respite of one serious hour.
I durst not look to what I was before, i
My soul shrunk back, and wish'd to be no more.
Of eye undaunted and of touch impure,
Old ere of age, worn out when scarce mature;
Daily debas'd to stifle my disgust
Of forc'd enjoyment in affected lust,
Cover'd with guilt, infection, debt, and want,
My home a brothel, and the streets my haunt,

Till the full course of sin and vice gone through,
My shatter'd fabric fail'd at twenty-two.
Then Death, with ev'ry horror in his train,
Here clos’d the scene of nought but guilt and pain.
Ye fair associates of my op’ning bloom,
Oh, come and weep, and profit at my tomb;
Then shun the path where gay delusions shine,
Be yours the lesson--sad experience mine.


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