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Arts and Sciences.

CHURCH AND TURRET CLOCKS.

AN improvement has lately been made in church and turret clocks, for which the Society of Arts, &c. has bestowed one of its most liberal rewards to Mr. W. Wynn, an ingenious watch and clock maker in London. We beg to call the attention of churchwardens, gentlemen of committees for building new churches, and architects both in London and the country, to the subject, as we think great service would be rendered to the public in adopting Mr. Wynn's plan.

The feeble tones produced from the bells of our church-clocks arise from the great resistance which the hammers suffer in their fall by the spring called the counter spring, which is placed under the shank of the hammer to prevent it from shattering the bell. It has been proved by an experiment made on the hammers of the turret-clock at the Royal Military College, that this spring opposes a force of forty-two pounds out of fifty, leaving only the force of eight pounds to put the bell in vibration. The only means of obtain ing a blow from the hammer to produce the weak tones which are made by our present church-clocks have been to make use of machinery of very large dimensions, and to suspend very heavy weights as maintaining powers; and even with the assistance of these, there is scarcely a church-clock in London that is heard out of its immediate vicinity; consequently the great bulk of the population derives no benefit from these useful machines. In fact, the increasing the size of the machinery and weights in a great measure defeats its own object, for it creates almost as much resistance as it increases power, from the additional friction suffered by the increased weight of the moving objects, the large sizes of the pivots, and the strong inflexible ropes necessarily used, which have to pass round the barrels, and in most cases numerous pulleys. On the present system, the power of the movement is exerted in vain, as it is obviously an absurdity to be at the expense of creating an immense mechanical power, and suffer the greater part of it to be neutralized before it takes effect. It is like attaching eight horses to the shafts of a waggon, and placing seven others on behind to resist the progress of the former.

Mr. Wynn has by his invention removed the whole of the resistance to the fall of the hammer, by dispensing with the counter spring and causing the hammer to fall without any obstruction what ever; and has taken advantage of the

reaction which takes place on the collision of elastic bodies to catch the hammer at the extreme height to which it rebounds from the bell, by which he is enabled to produce a perpendicular fall of the hammer of twelve inches, at the expense of raising it only six. It will be practicable in almost all cases to increase the fall of the hammer three or four times greater than they now fall, and those who are acquainted with the accelerated force of falling bodies, will be able to appreciate the great increase of power that will be acquired by this principle.

It is easy to demonstrate that the force of the new hammer can be increased twenty or thirty times greater than it is on the system hitherto adopted without increasing the maintaining power. By means of this invention it will be easy to create a force that will be able to put the largest sized bell in as great vibration as it is capable of, or to make it sound so as to be heard at as great a distance as when rung with the rope, which has hitherto been impracticable, for the larger the church-bells are, the more difficult it is to create a power to get a tone out of them.

Besides the valuable principles before described, Mr. Wynn has effected several improvements in the striking part, which in themselves will be of great importance, by applying a toothed sector to raise the hammer instead of the common lever, which removes fifteen-sixteenths of the friction. The oil will adhere much more tenaciously to the sector than to the lever, on which there is a great difficulty to make it remain, on account of its plane surface, inclined position, and the jerk it suffers at each fall of the hammer; and unless it is frequently attended to, it puts the clock out of order. A contrivance is also made on the principle of the airtight carriage axles to prevent the pivots of the hammer from rust, which, from their necessary exposure to the atmosphere, they always contract, and which creates a very great friction both in the raising and falling of the hammer.

The new hammer may be fixed to church-clocks now in use for a very trifling expense, without altering any of the machinery; and if they were generally applied to the public clocks in London, there is not a habitation whose inmates would not derive the benefit of hearing the hour, a thing of obvious importance to the public, as it would afford the means to every individual to correct his time without trouble to himself, and enable the man of business to be precise in his appointments. One of them has recently been applied to a church-clock in a vil

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lage near London, which gives infinite satisfaction to the inhabitants, and the certainty of its performance is placed beyond controversy. Turret-clocks on the new principle may be made at a very reduced price.

NEW INVENTION.

A CANAL-DIGGING machine has recently been introduced at Paris, to be worked either by horse, manual, or other moving power. It is capable of digging ten feet deep, and a power equal to eight horses is required to work it. The machine will extract and carry out of the canal ninety-six cubic feet per minute. It advances gradually in working, and digs eight feet in breadth at one stroke.

ACOUSTICS.

It is stated, in the account of Captain Parry's third voyage, that at Port Bowen, Lieutenant Foster kept up a conversation with his assistant at a distance of 6,696 feet, or about one statute mile and twotenths.

THE PLEXIMETER.

AN instrument under this name has been invented by a French surgeon, for the purpose of ascertaining (which it is said to do with great accuracy) the existence of any pleuretic or other effusion in the chest or abdomen. It consists of a plate of ivory, like the lid of a snuff-box, which is fixed on the part to be examined, in such a way as to render the sound produced upon it by percussion very distinct. The presence of so small a quantity as two glasses of liquid has been ascertained by the pleximeter. It likewise enables the operator to discover if the liver or the spleen is enlarged, or if the peritoneum contains any air.

SPIRIT OF THE

Public Journals.

MAN AND THE SEASONS.

IN verdant Spring the breeze which gently blew,

Woke in the heart blithe echoes as it past, Young Hope's fond flatteries,-whispering all would last;

But winged with pleasures, fresh, and fair, and

new,

How soon pale Autumn, like a dying friend,
Engendering solemn thoughts of life's decay,
Would come, and - withering,-withering,-day
by day,

Bring dark December on-and lo! the end!
Leafless and fruitless the year's pride is gone,-
And wintery Man looks round,—and finds himself
alone!
Literary Souvenir.

THE SEVEN AGES. NOTWITHSTANDING the eloquence of maternal partiality, the earliest months of our existence are very far from seducing-our "mewling" little interesting except to mamma-and the rest of the quotation no where so agreeably exemplified as " in the nurse's arms."

A little older, and the child begins to shew its nature; evincing a power of discrimination in distinguishing its parents from anybody else, which is brought forward as an evidence of very extraordinary sagacity. Then we begin to talk -when we are really interesting, and can be clever sometimes, if we are not asked to be so.

And from this age let us at one step be "weaned from the nursery "--booted and breeched-master of our A B C and familiar with "Reading made Easy;" «And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel,

And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school."

It is only, however, while we go to the preparatory day school that our "satchel" is in request; for no sooner does the urchin quit the ordeal of "pot-hooks" and "hangers," and become conversant with the rudiments of his Eton Grammar, than-behold him severed from mamma, and resident as "boarder" at 66 HurlyBurly House Establishment !"

A boarding-school is the first step towards that state of life where pleasures and pains are rendered more vivid and acute by their contrast. Grief at leaving a parental home, thence to be severed by distance and time, is a feeling which most of us have experienced, and acknowledged as poignant. We shall not readily forget the sorrows of "Black Monday," with all its paraphernalia of corded trunks, plum-cakes, and postchaises; nor how willingly we would have forfeited the favours bestowed upon us at parting, to be allowed a week's

And bright, and lovely,-oh, how spring-time respite from school. Ere long, however,

flew !

Then, like full Manhood bursting from a boy,
Summer shone out-so rife in flowery joy,
That scarce the bosom owned, what well it

knew,

these grievances die away! and the same tongue which but a few days back was choked in its attempt to utter a "farewell," may be now heard in the school play-ground, as lustily bawling for "fair

play," as if home had never had an existence.

At fifteen or sixteen he leaves school, and is now enjoying, perhaps, the happiest period of his life. Still even this age has its drawbacks; it is for a time extremely awkward and undefined. The homunculus stands, as it were, rocking on a pivot of perplexity between man and boy-rejected by each estate, and claimed by neither. He wears a long coat, and assumes the neckcloth; but boys in the street cry “a-hem !” or stroke their chins as he passes along. Some people call him "Mister;" others, "Master;" the former appellation does not sit well yet; and the latter is insulting. The elderly ladies tell him "he's quite a man;" the vulgar married women begin to quiz him about his sweetheart; and the younger ladies are not so familiar with him as they were wont to be. He maintains his dignity when in the company of a schoolboy, but is somewhat in doubt as to whether he ought not to quit the room with the ladies after dinner.

But he has now "discontinued school above a twelvemonth." He has lost his shamefacedness (we hope not his sense of shame)—is reckoned gentlemanly in his manners, and is invited out. He feels his heart opened-ceases to be shy before ladies in general and begins to feel something like a tenderness for ladies in particular.

"And then the lover! Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eye-brow."

What a sensation is that created by the first impression of love upon the young and feeling heart! He is reproved by parental wisdom-laughed at by his companions and scorned by the object of his adoration! And with a heart" already stabbed by a white wench's black eye," he goes to the field of battle, and encloses his lacerated bosom in a breastplate of steel.

of war's alarms," and perhaps favoured by the inducement of a seasonable legacy, he sells his commission, and retires to his country-seat. From the whining lover, he is changed to the gallant captain; and instead of singing (as he was wont to do,) "Believe me, if all those endearing young charms," he now chants in lusty heartiness, "With my glass in one hand, and my jug in the other," &c. &c.

He has not, however, lost every sensibility in the wars, and there is yet a little corner of his heart unhardened by scenes of blood-uncontaminated by glory. He at first denies this; but when, to his great surprise, he meets with the first object of his youthful love, his tenderness is revived in spite of himself. She evinces so much solicitude for his wound, and expresses so much admiration for his bravery, that he strikes the flag of celibacy-capitulates with the forces of his insinuating charmer—and at length yields up his heart for her disposal. His bride is yet a virgin; and her nymph-like sparkling qualities have vanished, and left her sober and substantial-fair, fat, and forty. Like a glass of still champagne, her effervescence has subsided; but the captain, like a good connoisseur, thinks her all the better for that. People say at the time, that he does not marry her because he particularly loves her now -but because he did love her once. He likes her better than any other woman, and makes her a good husband. And we now see him become

<< The justice;

In fair round belly, with good capon lined; With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut; Full of wise saws and modern instances."

As in the time of Shakspeare, we still and often marked by that badge of abunfind his "worship" fond of good living, dance-corporal rotundity. But the beard is no longer a feature characteristic of his

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age" and calling. The chins of the young, the middling, and the aged, are now alike subjected to the razor-blade; Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, for, save and except an occasional pair of

"And then a soldier;

Seeking the bubble reputation, Even in the cannon's mouth."

mustachios upon the lip of a LifeGuardsman or Bond-street swindler, we are all smooth as our mothers.

He finds steel lozenges a cure for love or, at least, Glory is now his mistress. The part of the justice is monotonous, He no longer now supplicates through compared with former enactments. He tears 66 a return of affection;" but, reads an orthodox paper at breakfast, and "with an eye like Mars to threaten and very likely takes a little ginger in his : command,” he summons the surrender of tea. During the remainder of the morna foreign fort. His movements are too ing he presides in his justice-room, to the rapid for reminiscence to keep pace with terror of poachers and orchard-robbers, them, and in the revelries of a mess- and so maintains his official dignity till table he drowns his sorrows. The drum the ponderous sirloin smokes before him, and fife accompany him through many when his rigidity relaxes, and he sets a year of servitude; till at length, "tired (together with the parson) an example of

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earnest application, which all hungry people will be ever willing to follow. The clergyman and he divide the reverence of the parish; they are the "two great ones of the village, equally honoured by its inhabitants, who always summon up their best bow or curtsey, either for the guardian of their souls or the sup"and so porter of their personal rights; he plays his part."

In due time the exertions of office fall into younger hands, and he gradually enters the sixth age, shifting

<< Into the lean and slippered pantaloon;

With spectacles on nose, and pouch at side; His youthful hose well saved, a world too wide

For his shrunk shank; and his big, manly
voice,

Turning again towards childish treble, pipes
And whistles in the sound."

Little more can be added to this. He now lives upon a prescribed diet, and finds a stick really necessary, where it was before merely ornamental. As he walks through the village, he always stops the little children (particularly if the nursery-maid be pretty)-gives them a piece of gingerbread, or a few carawaycomfits-and tells them to be good boys and girls!" He begins to grow garrulous now in the relation of his juvenile freaks; and rather tries the patience of his hearers by the frequent introduction of episodes, which are no way material to the story. He is likewise abominably particular about the "where," the "when," and the "who." What wonders he could have done !

"But, O vain boast!

Who can control his fate ?- 'tis not so now;
Man but a rush against Othello's breast,
And he retires."

He has a favourite daughter, who leads him to church on Sunday- reads the paper to him every morning, and the Bible every evening. The crape he wears is for a son who was killed at Waterloo ; but he is comforted in thinking that his remaining child will not be without a protector for she is engaged to the son of the same who "presented him with his gold spectacles and his walkingstick." The loss of his son assisted to silver his hairs; but the marriage of his daughter has brightened him up. He is now tolerably cheerful, and can laugh at a joke (when he hears it,) though at the risk of breaking a blood-vessel.

"Last scene of all,

That ends this strange, eventful history,
Is second childishness, and mere oblivion;
Sans eyes, sans teeth, sans taste, sans every
thing."

He retains his faculties just long enough to see his grandson make a hobby-horse of his cane. His bed-room is on the ground-floor, and the utmost he can do is to move with quiet caution, supported by his son and daughter, from one room into the other. He has made his will, and lost his memory. The neighbours go through the ceremonious routine of daily inquiry after his health. A few "to-morrows creep over us, and on once more asking after the poor invalid, we find that "yesterday has lighted him to dusty death."

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"Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an ideot-full of sound and furySignifying nothing."

Monthly Magazine.

WHAT IS LIFE?

BY HENRY NEELE, ESQ.
TELL me, what is Life, I pray?
'Tis a changing April day,

Now, dull as March, now blithe as May;
A little cloud, a little light,
Naught certain, but th' approach of night;
At morn and evening, dew appears,
And life begins and ends with tears.
Yet, what is life, I pray thee tell?
'Tis a varied-sounding bell,
Now a triumph, now a knell:

At first, it rings of hope and pleasure,
Then, sorrow mingles in the measure,
And then a stern and solemn toll,
The requiem of a parted soul.
Yet, tell, I prithee, what is Life?
'Tis a tale with wonder rife,
Full of danger, full of strife;
A tale, that first enchants the ear,
Then fills our souls with doubt and fear;
At last with grief bows down our heads,
And sends us, weeping, to our beds.
Yet, what is Life ?-That insect vain
Lured from the heav'n it might attain,
To wed the glow-worm on the plain;
Wealth, pleasure, fame, at distance seen,
Shine brilliant as the glow-worm's sheen;
Life weds these seeming glorious forms,
And finds them blind and grov'ling worms.
Yet, what is Life, again declare ?
Oh! 'tis an arch of promise fair,
Built like the rainbow-in the air;
Many a hue, but none that last,
Many a ray, but each soon past,
Form'd of things that soon must sever,
Swiftly gone,-and gone for ever.
Still, what is Life ?-A taper's light,
That feebly glimmers thro' the night,
And soon is quench'd, in darkness, quite;
Each wind that spreads its flame, but bastes it,
Each touch that turns its splendour, wastes it,
And, brightlier as its lustre plays,
Sooner its fragile frame decays.

Friendship's Qffering.

The Gatherer.

"I am but a Gatherer and disposer of other men's stuff."- Wootton

POLISH NOBILITY. THE emperor of Russia's last decree on titles ordains, that in Poland no person shall assume the title of baron unless his income be 251. per annum; of count, unless he have 751. per annum; and of prince, unless he can command 1201.

THE ABSENT MAN. MR. L receives a letter; he knows the hand writing; he wants to read it in haste-it is already dark, he strikes a light, tears a paper, and lights a candle, but the letter is gone. He had used it to light the candle!

MARQUIS OF HASTINGS.

THE late marquis of, Hastings, in a letter found amongst his papers after his death, requested that on his decease his right hand might be cut off, and preserved until the death of the marchioness, when it was to be interred in the same coffin with her ladyship! In pursuance of his direction, the hand was amputated.

Two gentlemen, a few days since, took a boat at Blackfriars' Bridge, to go to the Tower. One of them asked the other, who sat beside him, if he could tell him, what countryman the waterman was? He replied, he could not, "Then," said his friend, "I can, He is a Ro-man." A cockney being told the above, said," the pun was wherry good."

SINGULAR EPITAPH. The following Epitaph is in Wood Dit. ton Church-yard, in memory of William Symonds, gamekeeper to the late duke of Rutland, at Cheveley, Cam bridgeshire. It is said to be written by himself. A dripping-pan is carved on the head of the tomb.

HERE lies the corpse, who was the man,
That lov'd a sop in dripping-pan,
But now believe me, I am dead,
See here, the pan stands at my head,
Still for sop to the last I cry'd,
I could not eat, and so I dy'd.
My neighbours they perhaps may laugh,
When they do read my epitaph.

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PREACHING AND PROPHE-
SYING.

A COUNTRY clergyman, who on Sundays, is more indebted to his manuscript than to his memory, called unceremoniously at a cottage, whilst its possessor, a pious parishioner, was engaged, (a daily exercise) in perusing a paragraph of the writings of an inspired prophet. "Weel, John," familiarly inquired the clerical visitant," what's this you are about ?" "I am prophesying," was the prompt reply. Prophesying!" exclaimed the astounded divine, "I doubt you are only reading a prophecy.' "Weel," argued the religious rustic, is na' reading a prophecy prophesying ?" gif reading a preachin' be preachin,

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A PROPHECY.

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THERE existed in Bhurtpore a prophesy that that fort never could be taken until all the water in the ditch was swallowed up by an alligator. Now the natives pronounce the name of lord Combermere in such a way as to make it sound "Com meer," which, in their language, is alli gator, and thus they thought the prophecy accomplished.

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