60 miles.

He was forced to take a new horse and

do the whole 100 miles-so that he rode 160 miles on that day. It was performed over Newmarket Heath.

Spilsby Poor House Bill.

"Your plan I love not;-with a number you
Have plac'd your poor, your pitiable few;
There, in one house, throughout their lives to be,
The pauper palace which they hate to see:
That giant building, that high-bounding wall,
Those bare-worn walks, that lofty thund'ring hall!
That large loud clock, which tolls each dreaded hour,
Those gates and locks, and all those signs of power,
It is a prison, with a milder name,

Which few inhabit without dread or shame."

THE BOROUGH.

Eccentric Character.-On the 23d ult. died at Boroughbridge, Yorkshire, aged 83, Francis Bolton, pauper, of that place, one of the most ecHe centric characters, perhaps, ever known. was born at Spofforth, in Yorkshire, and was said, in his youthful days, to be a remarkably handsome man, and the first person as a farmer's servant who wore white stockings. His constant custom, from his infancy, was to throw large quantities of cold water upon his head; the manner he performed this was very singular in the most inclement weather he would go to some neighbouring pump and fill his hat with water,

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and having drank as much of it as he thought proper, he would put his hat on, and the contents would run down his body. His shirt, when washed, he would put on wet, and for the last twenty years of his life refused to lay on a bed, as a substitute for which he used wet straw, on which he used to lay quite naked, without any covering but the clothes he put off; and during the winter season has many times been found frozen to the ground. When able, he travelled the country as a beggar, and his constant address was, please to give any thing."

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Prophecy on Reform.

When a lawyer sheds tears, while he's striking a docket; When assessors heave sighs, whilst they empty your

pocket;

When reviewers feel pangs, like the authors they cut up,
When conscience for sale shall no longer be put up;
When placemen unask'd, throw up sinecures;
When any quack medicine performs any cures;
When women of eighty confess they're in years;
When they make such confessions without shedding tears;
When poor curates thrive, whilst fat bishops get skinny;
When a note with a shilling's preferr'd to a guinea;
When there's peace, because tyrants are weary of killing;
When a good thumping loaf's to be had for a shilling;
When like cattle at market base voters arʼnt sold ;
When tea-scandal ceases, and fish-fags don't scold;
When a junta of tailors shall cabbage abolish;

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When Jack Ketch in a rage shall the gallows demolish;

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

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