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. 45 min. W. long. and 37 deg. 524 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, I durst not look to what I was before, My soul shrunk back, and wish'd to be no more. Of forc'd enjoyment in affected lust, Cover'd with guilt, infection, debt, and want, Then Death, with ev'ry horror in his train, Here clos'd the scene of nought but guilt and pain. Oh, come and weep, and profit at my tomb; Recipe for curing the Scouring or Shot in Cattle.-A pint of chopped box leaves, two quarts of old lant, an ounce of bole ammoniac, half an ounce of shag tobacco, and a handful of salt. Put the whole together cold over night, and give it fasting the next morning, and repeat it nine successive mornings. An Address to the Jews. High on the bending willows hung, Awake! thy loudest rapture raise, Let harp and voice unite their strains; Nor think thy Salem's hills to wrong, By foreign streams no longer roam, And weeping think on Jordan's flood; In every clime behold a home, And in thy bosom seek thy God. No taunting foes thy song require, Then why, on bending willows hung, Reply, by a converted Jew. Come, Christian! hear my vocal harp, And listen to my lore; My harp, long on the willow hung, Is silent now no more. Messiah, long-expected King, To me at length appears; For Israel now my tears o'erflow, From age to age the chosen seed In expectation lies, To see their great Deliv'rer come, To take his father David's throne, On Sion's holy hill; And make the nations far and wide Obedient to his will. How vain, alas! their hope hath been; From Judah's chosen race, Offended at their unbelief, Messiah veils his face. CLIO. Come, Christian, canst thou tell the cause? The reason canst thou find? Why Jacob's chosen seed so long, The cause, O Christian! lies with thee;` The people who profess his name, Vice, superstition, idols, wars, Within thy tents remain; Reclaim those pastors all, who feed Themselves and not the flock; And teach the people to rely On Thee, th' Eternal Rock. From east to west, from north to south And draw the nations of the earth Then shall one fold thy flock enclose, And then our harps in unison Their joyful song renew. CRITO OXONIUS. |