TO A LADY;

Who sent the Author a present of a fashionable Bonnet
SINCE you are, dear madam, so favour'd by time;
That he seems to have granted a lease of his prime,
With the power to renew it whenever you please:
Unincumber'd by taxes of age and disease;
Prolonging that date, which in others appears
The frail fleeting tenure of very few years:
Why could you not ask him some favor to send,
Enclos'd with a present design'd for a friend?
One tint for her cheeks of youth's vivid hue,
To suit with those beautiful ribbands of blue
;
One spark for her eyes of a juvenile twinkle,
One smile for her mouth undeform'd by a wrinkle :
One ringlet or two-on her forehead to play,
Unmix'd with the sorrowful colour of grey?

Yet too modest, perhaps, these requests you forbore,
Yourself so indebted would not ask for more.

And perchance had you teaz'd him, thus Time might reply;
"That to you I am partial-I will not deny;

Nor need I declare-what who sees you must know:
That on few I such singular graces bestow.

But if from my rules I recede for your sake,

And still give to you what from others I take,

I cannot for all so go out of my way,

And reverse those decrees which all mortals obey.
My law is that youth shall soon wither and fade,

And like morning's bright beam shall be follow'd by shade.
Most severe is the sentence I pass on the face,
Full soon on its features my finger you trace.
Yet I no such dread rigour extend to the mind,
In age that still charms if it be but resign'd,
If calmly beholding fair youth's setting sun,
It with fortitude reckons my sands as they run;
Not with peevishness fraught as each wrinkle appears,
And resisting my progress with petulant tears.
No-your sex must learn patient good-humour of you,
And meet my approaches with smiles as you do:
With temper unruffled by envy or spleen,

Like the sun of the autumn-thus mild and serene,
Learn of you to converse with politeness and ease;

Then in spight of my spoils-they will know how to please.” We shall conclude our extracts with a poem which does honour to both the heart and the pen of the benevolent and patriotic writer:

< THOUGHTS ON WAR AND PEACE..

HARD is the heart that does not sigh for Peace,
That views unmov'd infernal Discord rage!

That

That does not pray the strife of arms may cease,
And vengeful powers their mutual wrath assuage.

"If such there be "whose breasts the Furies steel,"
To whom the selfish grief alone is known,
O let them turn to heaven !—and ask to feel
That generous sorrow which is not their own!
Let them that virtuous charity implore,
Which no reserve withholds from Misery's claim,
Which wafts Compassion's sigh from shore to shore,
And on Misfortune builds her choicest fame.

What streams of blood from war's dread conflicts flow;*
What clime escapes their sanguinary stains!
Have they not dy'd the unsullied northern snow,
And soil'd the eternal green of Asia's plains?

Have they not drench'd the parching arid sands
Of Afric's drear uncultivated coast?

Have they not rush'd impetuous o'er the lands
Where western shores more fertile treasures boast?
But chief in Europe flow'd and ever flows,
The baneful current of war's crimson tide:
Where despots heedless of a nation's woes,
Unsheath the sword to guard the regal pride.

Trophies of victory surround the throne;
Monarchis survey them with deluded eyes:
Lost in the pageant is the people's groan;
Humanity before ambition flies.

In vain for Europe heaven kind love displays,
Bids milder suns from milder skies descend;
In vain bids health await these temperate rays,
And beauty's colour with the treasure blend.

In vain bids arts improve the docile mind,
And spread around the charms of polish'd life;
While barb'rous laws with civil arts combin'd,
Promote the science of inhuman strife.

• Let savage nature beasts ferocious sway!
Bear fight with Bear on Lithuania's strand!
Let Tigers on the Ganges seek for prey,
And herd together in a murd'rous band;

• But man's kind heart abhors each savage rule,

By Nature's laws to tenderness inclin'd,

Train'd in Philanthropy's cementing school,
The chain of love in bondage holds mankind.

sang des hommes de quelque coté que je tourne les yeux, je te vois couler à grands flots; tantôt tu as arrosé les sables alteres de L'Afrique, tantôt tu as decoloré les neiges du Pole, tantôt tu as souillé la verdure eternellé de la delicieuse Asie.

L'AN DEUX MILLE QUATRE CENT QUARANTE.'

Imposing war in Honor's garb array'd,
With Glory's phantoms noble minds misleads;
Hence many a virtuous breast by these betray'd,
Exults in slaughter, and for slaughter pleads.

Yet let the victor give one pensive thought
Amid the clamcur of the vulgar praise ;
Let him reflect how dearly fame was bought,
Nor triumph in the blood-besprinkled bays.

From Nature's gentlest bosoms Fancy strays
O'er the wide havock of contending bands;
Her glowing pencil each sad scene pourtrays,
The murder'd legions and the pillag'd lands.

• The widow's tears, the orphan's ruin'd state,
The lover's hopes and fears alternate tost,
The aged parent bow'd by Sorrow's weight,
Courting the grave where sorrow will be lost.

• Perchance two lovely youths from him were torn,
His age's solace and his bosom's pride :
Perchance in woeful concert daughters mourn,
The love-lorn virgin and the widow'd bride.

While Rapine's cruel unrelenting hand,

Beggars the tenant of each little field;
Bids the poor cottager resign his land,
And his reap'd harvest to a stranger yield.

Bids hostile troops invade the cultur'd soil,
And desperate steeds o'erwhelm the bearded grain,
Rend'ring abortive agriculture's toil,

And vain the labours of the peasant train.

• What numbers seek in these disastrous times
The sad protection of an alien shore !
"Lead discontented steps in foreign climes,"
And sigh for regions they shall view no more.
From fond domestick ties afar remov❜d,
Corroding Care their absent state attends:
Some pictur'd fear pursues a best belov'd,
•And memory trembles at the name of friends.

But cease, my Muse-this strain of sorrow cease!
Ah, bid thy lyre such mournful sounds forego!
Reverse thy theme to images of Peace,
And let her scenes contrast the scenes of woe.

• With livelier colours see the prospect beam!
Discord relenting turns her darts ašide,

•* Quel spectacle! deux cents mille hommes repandus dans de vastes campagnes, & qui n'attendent que le signal pour s'égorger. Ils se massacrent à la face du soleil, sur les fleurs du printemps ;ce n'est point la haine qui les anime.

L'AN DEUX MILLE QUATRE CENT QUARANTE.'
Regenerate

Regenerate men in union's christian stream,
Fondly together thro' life's ocean glide.

Then vanish arts of war-
r-no more shall man
For murder's purpose wake the ingenious mind;
No more fell instruments of death shall plan;
And turn inventive thought to harm mankind.

• Then Commerce, source of industry and wealth,
Shall waft her treasures safely o'er the main;
Shall yield those treasures undebas'd by stealth,
And crown the fair pursuit of honest gain.

Joyful each vessel shall expand the sail,
Heedless of foes if winds and waves subside;
No cannon blending with the tempest's gale,
Shall swell the fury of the foaming tide.

Then Agriculture smiling from the shore,
Shall raise her banners on each fruitful plain :
Her fertile valleys destin'd now no more
To feed the robber and entomb the slain.

Her sons now lab'rers of the peaceful field,
The fearful instruments of War resign;
More pleas'd the tools of husbandry to wield,
Than on their brows the sanguine wreath to twine.
• Britain shall rise in new refulgent day,
And brightest rays in her horizon shine;
Morals reform'd shall rule with milder sway;
And Genius all her schools of art refine.

O Peace! celestial guest, from Heaven descend!
Shew to the world thy reconciling face;

Let every knee before thy altar bend,

And thou the universe at length embrace.'

Cordially and devoutly do we join in the beneficent lady's Prayers for Peace, in the conclusion of this last extract.

We were tempted to pluck another flower * from the Surbi ton Parterre,-when Conscience exclaimed " Forbear!"-on which the felonious hand was instantly withdrawn.

ART. XVI. An Inquiry into the Causes and Effects of the Variola Vaecina, a Disease discovered in some of the Western Counties of England, particularly Gloucestershire, and known by the Name of the Cow-Pox. By Edward Jenner, M. D. F. R. S. &c. 4to. PP. 75, and Four coloured Plates. 7s. 6d. Boards. Law, &c. 1798.

WE E think that we ought to congratulate society on the appearance of the present publication: as it seems to inform us of some facts of deeper interest in physiology, than

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any which have been brought to light since Mr. John Hunter's discovery of the solvent power of the gastric liquor on the dead but not on the living stomach; and of greater importance in the practice of physic, than any discovery subsequent to that of inoculation for the small-pox. We conceive our'selves authorized to thus appreciate the work before us, from the contemplation of the fact which it has developed: viz. that the animal economy is susceptible of an alteration from the, operation of a certain animal poison, so as to be subsequently incapable of a disease from a different animal poison; and from the practical application of this fact, which tends to the extermination of a most offensive and destructive disease. Such objects must yield exquisite gratification to the philanthropist ; and we indulge our minds with the view of a diminution of human suffering, arising out of the facts here stated: suppos ing, and indeed confiding, that these are established on the rock of truth.

While, however, we willingly speak in terms of great consideration for the discovery above mentioned, it is jult to confess that we cannot bestow commendation on, nor yield our assent to, some other statements in this work; because they appear to be erected by fancy, or at best are supported only by equivocal coincidences, and not by decisive observations. We hope to enable our readers to judge for themselves, from our account of the publication,

Dr. Jenner sets out with tracing the cow-pox, as he thinks, to the grease of horses' heels.

In this dairy-country (he says) a great number of cows are kept, and the office of milking is performed indiscriminately by men and maid-servants. One of the former having been appointed to apply dressings to the heels of a horse affected with the greafe, and not paying due attention to cleanliness, incautiously bears his part in milking the cows, with some particles of the infectious matter adhering to his fingers. When this is the case, it commonly happens that a disease is communicated to the cows, and from the cows to the dairy-maids, which spreads through the farm until most of the cattle and domestics feel its unpleasant consequences. This disease has obtained the name of the Cow-Pox. It appears on the nipples of the cows in the form of irregular pustules. At their first appearance, they are commonly of a palish blue, or rather of a colour somewhat approaching to livid, and are surrounded by an erysipelatous inflammation. These pustules, unless a timely remedy be applied, frequently degenerate into phagedenie ulcers, which prove extremely troublesome. The animals become indisposed, and the secretion of milk is much lessened. Inflamed spots now begin to appear on different parts of the hands of the domestics employed in milking, and sometimes on the wrists, which quickly run on to suppuration, first assuming the appearance of the small vesications produced by a burn. Most commonly they appear about the joints of the fingers, and at their extremities; but

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