White-wine Whey-Put half a pint of new milk on the fire, the moment it boils up, pour in as much sound raisin-wine as will completely turn it, and it looks clear; let it boil up, then set the saucepan aside till the curd subsides, and do not stir it. Pour the whey off, and add to it half a pint of boiling water, and a bit of white sugar. Thus you will have a whey perfectly cleared of milky particles, and as weak as you choose to make it..

Vinegar and Lemon Wheys.-Pour into boiling milk as much vinegar or lemon-juice as will make a small quantity quite clear, dilute with hot water to an agreeable smart acid, and put a bit or two of sugar. This is less heating than if made of wine; and if only to excite prespiration, answers well.

Whey. That of cheese is a very wholesome drink, especially when the cows are in fresh herbage.

Orgeat.-Beat two ounces of almonds with a teaspoonful of orange-flower water, and a bitter almond or two; then pour a quart of milk and water to the paste. Sweeten with sugar, or capillaire. This is a fine drink for those who have a tender chest; and in the gout it is highly uesful, and with the addition of half an ounce of gum arabic, has been found to allay the painfulness of the attendant heat. Half a glass of brandy may be added if thought too cooling in the latter complaints, and the glass of orgeat, may be put into a basin of warm water.

Orangeade, or Lemonade.-Squeeze the juice; pour boiling water on a little of the peel and cover close.-Boil water and sugar to a thin syrup, and skim it.When all are cold, mix the juice, the infusion, and the syrup, with as much more water as will make a rich sherbet; strain through a jelly-bag. Or squeeze the juice, and strain it, and add water and capillaire.

Egg Wine.-Beat an egg, mix with it a spoonful of cold water; set on the fire a glass of white wine, half a glass of water, sugar, and nutmeg. When it boils, pour a little of it to the egg by degrees, till the whole be in, stirring it well; then return the whole into the sauce-pan, put it on a gentle fire, stir it one way for not more than a minute; for if it boil, or the egg be stale it will curdle. Serve with toast. Egg wine may be made as above, without warming the egg, and it is then lighter on the stomach, though not so pleasant to the taste.

In the Windy Gout.-Take thirty drops of tincture of cardamoms, as frequently as the disorder is trouble

some.

The Cornwall Correspondent.

Dyer's Valiant Attack on the Methodists.

The person who edits the Courier, says he writes emphatically. But the kind of emphasis he has recourse to is the application of vulgar names, and language raked from the purlieus of his own dear St. Giles's, and bis no less favoured Billingsgate. If this be his emphasis, and calculated for the minds of his readers, they must be vulgar enough, and the emphasis will exactly suit them. But we hope the taste of those who read at all, will feel disgusted with this ribaldry. What a display of religious enthusiasm pervades this precious article! Under what deep obligations the Holy Apostolie Church will feel itself to this good, calm, and mild defender of the faith! What a blessing to this community to have an advocate so zealous and active in preventing these religious intruders from infringing their rights! As this man (shall we profane the character of gentleman, by applying the name to him) is just made a magistrate we may rest assured that things will be conducted on improved principles from what they have hitherto been, and we may venture to say, that His Honour the Custos will be obliged to treat with more respect informations he lodges about nightly meetings, or the countenance they receive from persons connected with his church. What a display of piety this article contains! Our readers are not aware how correct this man is in the execution of his duties!* -how free from scandalizfng his neighbours-how beloved by his servants-how charitable to the poor-and how liberal to all mankind!

Shooting a Cat, from the immoderate use of Gin Twist. -We sometime since gave a recipe for using Gin Twist, and we then did not specify the exact proportions to be taken, the consequence is that one of our Gossips, the renowned Tattle, has been indulging in taking it in the proportion of three-fourths, and has been recently attacked by violent vomitings. We think, and we understand he also thinks, that it would have been better for him to have let the gin twist alone altogether.

Singular Metamorphosis of the human Voice.---A person was recently so ill, that he was advised to drink Asses' Milk, the which he drank in such potations as actually to bring about a most astonishing metamorphosis. He has lost the use of polite language, and the sounds he attempts to articulate resemble the brayiny of an ass!

The flour and gin concern is here alluded to. This was not on the principle of Get money honestly if you can; but yet mon«ij Has he retarged the people's money yet?

A long time elapsed before the haughty Roderick communicated with Dunveggan, but this abstinence was mutual, though an intercourse had been kept up by Glendale, unknown to the chiefs of either party, and in which Helen was no participator. The fishing parties of the two clans frequently met upon the other islands, and an interchange of communication, whether good or bad, formed, as in modern times, the

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glad tidings" of the gossips among these remote islanders. Deeds that fly with most rapidity upon the wings of the wind, are those arising from the collision of human passions, Glendale had received repeated information of the cruelty exercised over the amiable Helen of Barra by her barbarous lord. Interference on his part, he well knew, would but increase the tyrant's passion: he contrived, however, to convey

the facts of the case to Dunveggan, who felt first highly incensed at Roderick's conduct, and afterward arranged a plan for their reconciliation: it was to break through the gloom of ceremony with which, since the entertainment, the principal parties had been enveloped, and to send a kind and pressing invitation to Roderick, with no reference to the past, to come and spend a month at Dunveggan. The invitation was accordingly sent, and politely received by Roderick, but declined on account of the indisposition of his lady; but afterwards, weighing all circumstances, he thought of the probability of a visit from Dunveggan, which would produce some degree of embarrassment. In a day or two, therefore, Roderick arrived at Dunveggan, and, like the guilty, in striving to conceal his guilt and cruelty to his lady, gave deeper reason to suspect him. Looks, whispers, inklings of the servants gave certain indications to his suspicious and guilty mind; but savage tyranny checks each approach of virtue to the heart, and fosters every vice to counteract and impede her power. Mystery was in his candour-guilt fettered his courage-timidity blanched his looks and shook his tyranny. Even the venerable Dunveggan saw these in the mirror of his mind. In the meantime, Glendale had set his sail for Barra, and landing, about the twilight, on an unfrequented shore, with which he was not unacquainted in his boyhood, he, in the disguise of one of his own fishermen, proceeded in his shallop to Keismil Castle, where it was strongly suspected that Helen of Dunveggan was immured. The rays of a distant lamp, suspended from the ceiling of her apart- ment, faintly flickered, at intervals across the waters. Night concealed their approach beneath the high walls and strong towers of the castle, and the plaintive and melancholy tones of a harp fell on Glendale's ear-it was Helen's-it breathed 66 a song of other times."Its tender associations sunk deep into the heart of the heroic Glendale-he suffered an ectasy of grief-the music ceased, he recovered. He almost trembled to awaken in the mind of the gentle victim of abandoned cruelty, sensations like those he had just suffered;

but as music, at night, upon the still lake, and "fair Dian's face," just peeping over the distant hill of Cormora, was, from its novelty, most likely to excite attention, he sung in touching strains the following familiar

List, Helen, list, the bright moon shines on bigb, my love.

List, Helen, list, all brilliant is the sky."

Fair Helen put her vestment oo,

And up the casement raised;
The moon upon ber beauty shone ;.
She like an angel gazed.

She heard beneath,

Her lover breathe,

The scene was such, oh, never, never,
Can I refrain

To think with pain,

That all these joys have ceased for ever.

"Come, Helen, come, the moon is mounting high, my love, Come, Helen, come-it is thy true love nigh."

The voice of Glendale, and the familiar air and words, in such a place, and at such a time, operated like magic on the mind of the fair captive. She at first imagined it only the communings of fancy—a reverie, or a waking dream. She came to the window or loop-hole, rather, of her lofty and thick-walled tenement, and exclaimed, "Am I deceived-is the victim of cruelty and adversity become a subject for mockery?" To this Glendale rejoined, "Never! Helen of Dunveggan, never!" "It is Glendale," she replied, "and, oh, Glendale, how is it that you come here at such a time, and under such a risk of liberty or life? Are you a prisoner like myself; or by what mysterious event am I to account for your present teme