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Philosophy.” In the general theorem that he has lived an abstemious life, and nevwhich Mr. H. has brought out to express the er took medicine. law of gravitation, it is found that the inten- Died at Barnard Castle, Mr. Robert Boyd, sity of the attractive force between two ulti, æt.97,travelling bawker. This man went his mate atoms, varies inversely as the square of usual rounds till within ten days of his death. the distance affected by a term, ahich has Within a few hours of each other, Mr.Joba do influence unless when the atoins are very Green, of Bromyard, and Elizabeth, bis wife. nearly in contact. This theorem, therefore, Their united ages amounted to 160 years. not only includes the general law of gravi- They had been married 59 years, aod had 22 tation, but likewise those of cohesiou, affini- children in less than 19 years. ty, &c. from the application of which to At Bristol, Mr. Bird, artist. From innate chemical philosophy we may reasonably ex- merit he forced his way to public notice and pect some important discoveries.

admiration. He was happy in the delinea. tion of character, and rivalled the celebrated

Wilkie in dramatic effect. His “ Chery. AQUATIC STAG HONT. Chace" procured him the appointment of A curious and novel bunt took place a few Historical Painter to the Princess Charlotte. days since at Portlock: a stag which was

At Prescot, 90, Jobo Hasleden. He servroused near that place, being bårdly pressed ed at Quebec, in the 15th regt. and was emby the hounds, made directly for the sea, and ployed by the immortal Wolie as his valet, swain to a considerable distance, where a

until the death of that bero. pursuit of a different kind took place; a ves

At Sapiston, aged 102, Charles Lane. He sei which was passing the channel, gave him bad within seven years of his death walked a wheeling chase for upwards of an hour and

to London, a distance of nearly 80 miles, ultimately bore him off from the disappointed

Mrs. Duke, of Ford, observing a favourite bunters, who viewed the capture from shore. cat fighting with a veighbor's cat, in attempt.

to part them, both of the animals fastened

themselves on ber person before she was enaWEST'S PAINTING.

bled to extricate herself from their fangs;

the fright threw Mrs. D. into fits, wbich laste DEATH UPON THE PALE HORSE. ed two days, when she expired. The Earl of Egremont has purchased the In consequence of a locked-jaw,which procelebrated easel study of Death upon the ceeded from having a tooth drawn the week Pale Horse," painted by Mr. West; one of before, Miss Gordon, sister to C.Gordon, esq. the most sublime productions of modern art. In his 93d year, Mr. Matthew Kindred, of

Knuddisball. He was always considered as

a good shot ; and so great was his love of this ARTIFICIAL EARS.

exercise, that, until a few days of bis death, Mr. Curtis has just published a second and by shooting sparrows with a millet-bow,from

he amused himself, wbeo unable to get out, enlarged edition of his work on the Physiol; his window. ogy and Diseases of the Ear, accompanied with a plate of Acoustic Instrumenis, de culties were unimpaired to within a day of

Aged 102, Mary Schidmer: her mental fascriptive of the French, German,and Spanish her death. She had followed her busband Artificial Ears ; likewise an Hearing Tram- thro” several campaigns, until he was killed in pet. In this edition, the physiology is much service, about 5 gears previous to the com extended, and the uses of the different parts mencement of the present reign, since which of the human Ear are more fully explained she has chiefly resided at Bath. by a minute comparison of its structure with that of the different classes of Animals, viz. of France, and Commandant of the Royal

At Paris, aged 83, the Count Dupont, Peer Quadrupeds, Fowls, Insects, the Amphibious Order of the Legion of Honour. He was at Tribe, and also Fishes.

Lisbon during the famous earthquake io 1755.

The first shock hurried him into the cellar of LONGEVITY.

the house, where he was about to be suffoca

ted with the ruins of the building which were In the parish of Acton, Middlesex, still ex- fallıng above him; when a new sbock drew ist the lineal posterity of the famous Bishop bım out of the ruins and delivered bio from Cranmer, who was burnt at the stake by or- darger. der of Queen Mary, nearly 300 years ago. Ai Paris, in childbed, in her 23d year, the One of them, an old lady named Whytell, has Countess de Boxen,whose hushaud is Colonel completed her 112th year, and retains her in- of the Emperor Alexander's body-guard. tellectual and bodily faculties to a surprising The whole Russian enbassy attended her fuextent. She usually devotes her morning neral, which was conducted with great pomp. hours to attend on the peighbouring poor, The Greek minister followed her remains on and in the evening secludes berself in the foot ; and the funeral-service was cbaunted, room, to indulge in serious meditation,

according to the rites of that religion, Until A poble veteran, formerly of the Scots the cavalcade reacbed the cemetery of Pere Greys, named Andrew Garland, is now living la Chaise. at Broadway,near Ilminster. Garland states At the ad spced age of 100 years and ophe was born when Queen Anne died (105 wards, Count Colomera, commandant of bal. years ago) has been married three times; badiers of the sasish guard. and lately walked 18 miles in a day, carrying

JACK KETCH. at his back a cheese of 71b. This fine old fellow on bis march, would be a noble subject executioner of Pern, in the gaol of that city,

John Foster, alas Simpson, &c. the poblic for an artist, as an ac ompaniment to Baker's He had served sever painting of the Woodman.” It appears had respectable cert

2 years in the navy, and ficates when be applied

VOL. 6.]

Original Poelry. for thc office of hangman at EJinburgh ; an was at Cbeltenham, be met at a employment for which he had a strange pre- young lady,of whose beauty he wa dilection. Wben in the act of interring his ed, and paid his addresses to her body, some of the cords having broken, the man present had for some time done coffin was literally tumbled in ; and the idle the party all went to Gloucester the crowd gave three cheers over his grave. and Mr. Phillips on the road ofiered the lady

bis hand. On their return the gentleman sent

him a challenge, and the day after the parLA ROCHE JAQUELIN. ties met (as has been laid before the public in Married at Paris, the Count de la Roche Ja- lady gave counsellor Phillips her hand, pre

the papers); and on the same day the young of the Duke de Duras. The glory and the ferring his pleadings to a handsome annuity. misfortunes of the heroes of La Vendee, had long united the names of Talmont and of La emnized at Kirkheaton, near Huddersfield,

Nov. 20, 1819, a singular marriage was solRnche Jaquelin: these names are now like between Joshua Barker and Mary Moore: ly to be perpetuated through posterity.

At St. Pancras' Church, on the 13th Nov. house. The map being deaf and dumb,could 1819, Charles Phillips, esq. of the Irish Bar,

not repeat the necessary forms of the marto Miss Whalley, of Camden Town. A sin- riage ceremony; but this difficulty was obvigular occurrence happened to Mr. Phillips a

ated in an ingenious manner; as he was able few days before he attended the Missionary he traced the words over with his finger.

to read, the book was presented to him, and Society meeting at Gloucester. While he

DEAF AND DUMB MARRIAGE.

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POETRY.

TO THE SNOW DROP.

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 be shakes,
The locks which crest his brow writhing like boiling

snakes. Oct. 16, 1819.

REBECCA'S HYMN.

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.

HELEN.

Erom“ Ivanhoe," by the Author of Waverley, ke..
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

Tho cloudy pillar glided slow;
By night, Arabia's crimson'd sands

Returned the fiery columns 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 fethers would not know Thy ways,

And Thou hast left them to their own.
But present still, though now unseen!

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Lo Madness like a sun o'erclad with blood,

When brightly shines the prosperous day,
Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen

To temper the deceitful ray.
And oh, when stoops on Judah's path

In shade and storin, the frequent nights,
Be Thou, long suffering, slow to wratb,

A burning and a shining light!

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, Vet doubly dreadfw in their mystery

Flows from his features, while with many a sigh,

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 cinbrel, 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.

2 Your knight for his lady pricks forth in career And is brought bome at even-song prieked through

with a spear ; I confess him in haste-for his lady desires No comfort on earth save the Barefooted Friar's.

3 Your Monarch ?-Pshaw! many a prince has been

known. To barter his robes for our cowland our gowe, But which of us e'er felt the idle desire To exchange for a crown the grey hood of a Friar !

4 The Friar has walk'd out, and where'er he has gone, The land and its fatness is marked for his own ; He can roam where he lists he can stop when he tires, For every man's house is the Barefooted Friar's

5 He's expected at noon, and no wight till he comes, May profane the great chair, or the porridge of

plums; For the best of the cheer, and the seat by the fire Is the undenied right of the Barefooted Friar.

6 He's expected at night, and the pasty's made hot, They broach the brown ale and they fill the black pot, And the good-wife would wish the good-man in the

mire, Ere he lack'd a soft pillow, the Barefooted Friar.

7 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!

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,
Rattle 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, ** fall the twilight hour :

2
* Vay 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 !

3
"Joy to the fair ! whose constant knight
Her favour fired to feats of might;
Unnoted shall she not remain
Where moet the bright and noble train,
Minstrel shall sing and herald tell-
• Mark yonder maid of beauty well,
"Tis she for whose bright eyes was won
The listed field at Ascalon!

4
“Note well her smile !--it edged the blade
Which fifty wives to widows made,
When, vain his strength, and Mahound's spell,
Iconium's turbaned soldan fell.
Seest thou her looks, whose sunny glow
Half shows, half shades, her neck of snow;
Twines not of them one golden thread,
But for its sake a Paynim bled.

5
* Joy to the fair!-my name unknown,
Each deed, and all the praise, thine own ;
Then, 0! unbar this churlish gate
The night dew falls, the hour is late.
Inured to Syria's glowing breath,
I feel the north breeze chill as death;
Let grateful love quell maiden shame,
And grant him bliss, who brings thee fame."

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 comb, 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.

THE BAREFOOTED FRIAR.

From the same.

1 I'll give thee, good fellow, a twelve-month or

twain, To search Europe thro' from Byzantium to Spain, But ne'er shall you find, should you search till you

tire So happy a man as the Barefooted Friar.

J. H.

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