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stature, but feeble in constitution, who felt for fourteen years an inextinguishable thirst. She drank usually, in twenty-four hours, from eighteen to twenty pints of water; and it was calculated that from the age of six to twenty years, she had drank 95,000 pints of water.
Eulogy, to the memory of that excellent and distinguished
Addressed to a Friend.
Why heaves his bosom with such poignant grief,
Painful to us the change—to him, relief.
Shall worth like his unto the grave descend,
Without the tribute of one parting lay?
Unhonour'd leave us, for the realms of day?
And Britain's sons partake a gen’ral sigh; The sable children of the western deep,
Shall join in sorrow with a widow's cry.
That lost for ever, is that holy flame,
Which nerv'd thy arm, and strung thy pow'rful tongue; T'impeach oppression's ever guilty name,
And plead the Freeman's rights—the captive's wrong. Thy genius pierced first the darksome night,
Where groaning Africa, despairing lay;
God said, “ Let Sharp exist;" and all was day.
Nor slept thy arm through many a conflict dire,
With pallid avarice it long maintain'd; Till senates witness’d the consuming fire
Of truth; and lust and cruelty were both enchain’d.
Epigram on a young woman, who, while she was courted by Q Shoemaker, married a Soldier ; but, liking novelty, left him in the lurch, and returned to
And the day beams were faintly the mountains adorning,
morning. .. To the haunts of his childhood, the scenes of his sport,
A wanderer came in the stillness of sorrow, The magic of life's early visions to court,
And the sweetest of hours from remembrance to borrow. But the fields of his culture were dreary and wild, And dear were the bow'rs where the rose once was
blowing: The dark weed had grown where the garden had smild,
And a wildness spread, where beauty was glowing.
Yet one poplar surviv'd, and was lofty and fair'Twas the pride of his youth, when his sun rose en
chanting, And affection had treasur'd his memory there,
And had hallow'd his name on the tree of his planting. Unknown was the hand that thus witness'd.its truth,
Unknown was the heart with affection thus beaming ; But the wanderer thought on the friend of his youth, And his spirit was blest, tho' his tear-drops were
· streaming Thou flower of affection, entwining the heart,
To deck the drear scene of our wanderings given ! Thy balm to our grief can its healing impart, And thy blossoms of light caught their beauty from
Fisherman's Song.-By Miss Baillie.
| And now along the nearly strand,
See, swiftly moves yon flaming brand ;
A very singular echo has been discovered in the ice house in the Bank-hill, at Berwick, whose effects upon the senses are astonishing and grand. By striking against the inner door, the sound heightens and increases, until its reverberations imitate the rolling of thunder. A small pocket pistol fired when the door is shut produces a roar like a broadside from a man of war. Some musical amateurs have tried it with instruments, and declare its powers wonderful. The flute or violin, played very slow, has a peculiar delightful effect; the tones being reflected with exquisite modulation, and the notes of the voice are vibrated like the 'harmony of a company of choristers.
Shocking Occurrence. A letter from Madras states, that the following melancholy spectacle was lately witnessed there :-“ A young Gentoo widow, about 21 years of age, came with the cutwall (or constable) to the commanding officer, asking permission to burn herself with her deceased husband; he used every argument to dissuade her from it, but in vain : her family, and
even her own mother abused her for hesitating, by going to the commanding officer. They were very poor, and did not provide sufficient wood and oil : horrid to relate, the poor creature was heard repeatedly to cry out, “ more fire! more fire !” and shriek with agony, until the noise of the instruments drowned her cries!
To the Editor of the London Chronicle.-0bserving your admission of useful reflections into your paper, makes me beg the insertion of the following.
The comet excites many questions of curiosity, and some may presume to declare its use. Should any of your readers be of this turn, and wish a hint, they may find one in Milton's Paradise Lost, Book II. line 582, &c. and should the poet's idea be extended from the persons to whom he here alludes, to others who once inhabited the earth,', but were under the controul of the former while sojourning here; the bare supposition that beings lately residing in mortal bodies, whom we called acquaintances or friends, may now be inhabitants of that luminary, which is whirled with inconceivable rapidity through a boundless space, and alternate excess of heat and cold beyond human comprehension ;-the bare supposition of this may excite reflections which may lead to future acknowledgments that the appearance of this comet