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Philosophy." In the general theorem which Mr. H. has brought out to express the law of gravitation, it is found that the intensity of the attractive force between two ultimate atoms, varies inversely as the square of the distance affected by a term, which has no influence unless when the atoms are very nearly in contact. This theorem, therefore, not only includes the general law of gravitation, but likewise those of cohesion, affinity, &c. from the application of which to chemical philosophy we may reasonably expect some important discoveries.

AQUATIC STAG HUNT.

A curious and novel hunt took place a few days since at Portlock: a stag which was roused near that place, being hardly pressed by the hounds, made directly for the sea,and swam to a considerable distance, where a pursuit of a different kind took place; a vessel which was passing the channel, gave him a wheeling chase for upwards of an hour,and ultimately bore him off from the disappointed hunters, who viewed the capture from shore.

WEST'S PAINTING.

DEATH UPON THE PALE HORSE.

The Earl of Egremont has purchased the celebrated easel study of "Death upon the Pale Horse," painted by Mr. West; one of the most sublime productions of modern art.

ARTIFICIAL EARS.

Mr. Curtis has just published a second and enlarged edition of his work on the Physiol ogy and Diseases of the Ear, accompanied with a plate of Acoustic Instruments, descriptive of the French, German,and Spanish Artificial Ears; likewise an Hearing Trumpet. In this edition, the physiology is much extended, and the uses of the different parts of the human Ear are more fully explained by a minute comparison of its structure with that of the different classes of Animals, viz. Quadrupeds, Fowls, Insects, the Amphibious Tribe, and also Fishes.

LONGEVITY.

In the parish of Acton, Middlesex, still exist the lineal posterity of the famous Bishop Cranmer, who was burnt at the stake by order of Queen Mary, nearly 300 years ago. One of them, an old lady named Whytell, has completed her 112th year, and retains her intellectual and bodily faculties to a surprising extent. She usually devotes her morning hours to attend on the neighbouring poor, and in the evening secludes berself in the room, to indulge in serious meditation,

A noble veteran, formerly of the Scots Greys, named Andrew Garland, is now living at Broadway,near Ilminster. Garland states he was born when Queen Anne died (105 years ago) has been married three times; and lately walked 18 miles in a day, carrying at his back a cheese of 7ib. This fine old fellow on his march, would be a noble subject for an artist, as an accompaniment to Baker's painting of" the Woodman." It appears

that he has lived an abstemious life, and never took medicine.

Died at Barnard Castle, Mr.Robert Boyd, æt.97,travelling hawker. This man went his usual rounds till within ten days of his death.

Within a few hours of each other, Mr.John Green, of Bromyard, and Elizabeth,his wife. Their united ages amounted to 160 years. They had been married 59 years, and had 22 children in less than 19 years.

At Bristol, Mr. Bird, artist. From innate merit he forced his way to public notice and admiration. He was happy in the delinea tion of character, and rivalled the celebrated Wilkie in dramatic effect. His "Chevy Chace" procured him the appointment of Historical Painter to the Princess Charlotte.

At Prescot, 90, John Hasleden. He served at Quebec, in the 15th regt. and was em ployed by the immortal Wolte as his valet,

until the death of that hero,

At Sapiston, aged 102, Charles Lane. He had within seven years of his death walked to London, a distance of nearly 80 miles. cat fighting with a neighbor's cat, in attempt Mrs. Duke, of Ford, observing a favourite

to part them, both of the animals fastened themselves on her person before she was enabled to extricate herself from their fangs; the fright threw Mrs. D. into fits, which lasted two days, when she expired.

In consequence of a locked-jaw,which proceeded from having a tooth drawn the week before, Miss Gordon, sister to C.Gordon, esq.

In his 93d year, Mr. Matthew Kindred, of Knoddisball. He was always considered as a good shot; and so great was his love of this exercise, that, until a few days of his death, he amused himself, when unable to get out,

by shooting sparrows with a millet-bow,from his window.

culties were unimpaired to within a day of Aged 102, Mary Schidmer: her mental faher death. She had followed her husband thro' several campaigns, until he was killed in service, about 5 years previous to the com mencement of the present reign, since which she has chiefly resided at Bath.

At Paris, aged 83, the Count Dupont, Peer Order of the Legion of Honour. He was at of France, and Commandant of the Royal Lisbon during the famous earthquake in 1755. The first shock hurried him into the cellar of the house, where he was about to be suffocated with the ruins of the building which were falling above him; when a new shock drew him out of the ruins and delivered him from danger.

At Paris, in childbed, in her 23d year, the Countess de Boxen, whose husband is Colonel of the Emperor Alexander's body-guard. The whole Russian embassy attended her funeral, which was conducted with great pomp. The Greek minister followed her remains on foot; and the funeral-service was chaunted, according to the rites of that religion, until the cavalcade reached the cemetery of Pere la Chaise.

At the advanced age of 100 years and upwards, Count Colomera, commandant of halbadiers of the Spanish guard.

JACK KETCH. executioner of Perhin the gaol of that city. John Foster, alas Simpson, &c. the public He had served sever had respectable cert al years in the navy, and ficates when be applied

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for the office of hangman at Edinburgh; an employment for which he had a strange predilection. When in the act of interring his body, some of the cords having broken, the coffin was literally tumbled in; and the idle crowd gave three cheers over his grave.

LA ROCHE JAQUELIN. Married at Paris, the Count de la Roche Ja

quelin, to the Princess of Talmont, daughter of the Duke de Duras. The glory and the misfortunes of the heroes of La Vendee, had long united the names of Talmont and of La Roche Jaquelin: these names are now likely to be perpetuated through posterity.

At St. Pancras' Church, on the 13th Nov. 1819, Charles Phillips, esq. of the Irish Bar, to Miss Whalley, of Camden Town. A singular occurrence happened to Mr. Phillips a few days before he attended the Missionary Society meeting at Gloucester. While he

was at Cheltenham, he met at a young lady,of whose beauty he wa ed, and paid his addresses to her man present had for some time done the party all went toGloucester the and Mr. Phillips on the road offered the lady his hand. On their return the gentleman sent him a challenge, and the day after the parties met (as has been laid before the public in the papers); and on the same day the young lady gave counsellor Phillips her hand, preferring his pleadings to a handsome annuity.

DEAF AND DUMB MARRIAGE.

Nov. 20, 1819, a singular marriage was solemnized at Kirkheaton, near Huddersfield, between Joshua Barker and Mary Moorehouse. The man being deaf and dumb,could not repeat the necessary forms of the marriage ceremony; but this difficulty was obviated in an ingenious manner; as he was able he traced the words over with his finger. to read, the book was presented to him, and

POETRY.

TO THE SNOW DROP.

JOYOUS Herald of the Spring,

Pretty Snow-drop, hail! With thee, modest trembler, bring Summer's balmy gale.

Com'st to tell us Winter's fled?

Bright informer, hail!
Welcome guest, why hang thy head,
Why thy cheek so pale ?

Dost thou droop thy head in woe,
Poor glory of an hour?

Since not the Summer's heat shall glow
For thee, thou short-liv'd flow'r.

Thou art only come, alas!

To tell us Spring is near; Like a fleeting shade to pass,

Droop, and disappear. Thus some son of Virtue may

Tread his bright career,
Guide by mild Religion's ray
Erring Mortals here:

Ere his Winter toils are done,
Or Summer hopes arise,
Sinks he, youth and vigour gone,
Points to heav'n-and dies.

SONNET.

MADNESS. A SKETCH.

HELEN.

LO! Madness like a sun o'erelad with blood,
Weltering and burning in the misty sky,
Fights with the air, and from his furious eye
Throws flashes full of meaning, and a flood
Of thoughts too fearful to be understood,
Yet doubly dreadful in their mystery

Flows from his features, while with many a sigh,

He mutters to himself, or to the brood

Of embryo fiends who clustering 'round his heart In shade of scorpions, nestle in his veins ; And stung to faintness, till each keener smart Spurs up his howling spirit; in his chains Foaming and blind, his pinioned head he shakes, The locks which crest his brow writhing like boiling

snakes. Oct. 16, 1819.

REBECCA'S HYMN.

From "Ivanhoe," by the Author of Waverley, &c..

WHEN Israel, of the Lord beloved,

Out from the land of bondage came,
Her fathers' God before her moved,
An awful guide in smoke and flame;
By day, along the astonish'd lands

The cloudy pillar glided slow;
By night, Arabia's crimson'd sands
Returned the fiery column's glow.

There rose the choral hymn of praise,

And trump and trimbrel answered keen,
And Zion's daughters pour'd their lays,
With priest's and warrior's voice between.
No portents now our foes amaze,
Forsaken Israel wanders lone;
Our fathers would not know Thy ways,
And Thou hast left them to their own.

But present still, though now unseen!
When brightly shines the prosperous day,
Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy sereen
To temper the deceitful ray.
And oh, when stoops on Judah's path
In shade and storm, the frequent nights,
Be Thou, long suffering, slow to wrath,
A burning and a shining light!

Our harps we left by Babel's streams

The tyrant's jest, the Gentile's scorn; No censer round our altar beams,

And mute are timbrel, trump and horn. But Thou hast said, the blood of goat, The flesh of rams, I will not prize : A contrite heart, a humble thought, Are mine accepted sacrifice.

THE CRUSADER's return.

From the same.

1

HIGH deeds achieved of knightly fame

From Palestine the champion came; The cross, upon his shoulders borne, Battle and blast had dimmed and torn. Each dint upon his battered shield Was token of a foughten field; And thus beneath his lady's bower, He sung, as feil the twilight hour:

2 ❝y to the fair!-thy knight behold, Return'd from yonder land of gold;

No wealth he brings, nor wealth can need,
Save his good arms and battle steed;

His spurs to dash against a foe,
Mis lance and sword to lay him low;
Such all the trophies of his toil,
Such-and the hope of Tekla's smile!

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Long flourish the sandal, the cord, and the cope,
The dread of the devil and trust of the pope ;
For to gather life's roses, unscathed by the briar,
Is granted alone to the Barefooted Friar !

WH

THE SPECTRE.

WHEN night her solemn shadow throws Across the earth, I sink to rest, And, waking from a short repose, I mourn thee absent from my breast. And as the night-wind passeth by, Methinks I see thy pensive shade! Methinks I hear a tender sigh

The stillness of the hour invade.

"But why art thou so cold, my love,

Thy full blue eyes so fix'd and sad? "Tis strange at this dark hour to rove,

But, stranger still the way thou'rt elad.” "I come from whence no cares intrude; No levin blast is heard to blow: Where silence reigns, and solitude Sits musing o'er the dead below. "And I have left that place of rest,

And broke the fetters of the tomb,
Once more to slumber on thy breast,

Then hie me to my lowly doom."
Why doth he start with wild affright?
What means that horrid image there?
A grisly phantom blasts his sight,
And down he sinks in black despair.
It is not she he loves so true,

Sylvia that young and blooming maid,
But one that sleeps beneath the yew,

Whom he, the false one, has betray'd.
And thus she haunts his nightly dreams;
Assuming that fair maiden's charms-
In vain he struggles-madly screams,
A skeleton's within his arms.

J. H.

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