make on this subject, that, in all the places where mines of salt are found, they are constantly covered with beds of the same matter. It would, therefore, be easy to know if one was on the right road long before being come to the real banks of salt. And this important discovery would, if it took place, be a fruit of M. Guettard's journey. M. N. G.

CHARACTERS OF THE JUDGES OF KING CHARLES THE FIRST.

[From Heath's Chronicle of the Civil Wars.]

COLONEL THOMAS HARRISON, the son of a butcher, at Newcastle-under-line, in Staffordshire, once servant to Mr. Hulker, an attorney. He betook himself to the army in the beginning of the wars, and, by preaching, and such like sanctity, came to be a major, where his pragmatical spirit, cherished by Cromwell, preferred him to a colonel, and the custody of the king's person when taken from the Isle of Wight; which he most irreverently abused, by no less saucy behaviour than treasonable speeches. He was afterwards the great captain of all the schismatiques, especially fifth-monarchy-men, in whose love, and no others, he died, and was expectedly executed at Charing-Cross, in that expiatory month of October, 1660.

John Carew, brother of Sir Alexander Carew, beheaded in 1644. This person was no doubt deluded by the mistaken impulses of Satan for those of the spirit, being a rank fifth-monarchist, and so predisposed against all government and authority, which he helped to strike at in the death of the king.

John Cook, the solicitor of the high court, whose plea (charitably taken) is his best character-that his crime was not out of malice, but avarice; being a poor man, and in a wanting condition, before he undertook this most scelerate piece of service. Better be out of practice than in such as this.

Henry Ireton, commissary-general of horse, Cromwell's second, espoused his daughter as well as his designs-so, like father-inlaw, like son-out-law, and venterised in the same manner, and at the same time-1660.

Hugh Peters, the shame of the clergy, a pulpit-buffoon, a seditious, abominable fellow, trumpet to this pageantry of a high court of justice, the most unparalleled ecclesiastic in all story or times.

Thomas Scott, a brewer's clerk, then turned country attorney, and, by countenance of the grandees, was chosen a recruit for the

borough of Wickham, in the county of Buckingham; so violent an enemy of the king, that he wished for no other epitaph or inscription on his grave, than "Here lies Thomas Scott, one of the king's judges;"-but he should first have wished for a grave.

Gregory Clement, a merchant, who procured and purchased a place in parliament, by the same means as he did his lustful debaucheries, for the notoriety of which his fellow villains discarded him their company. He contributed to the destruction of his sovereign that he might reign in his own wickedness.

Daniel Astell, a kind of country-mercer, in Bedfordshire, obeyed the call (as he said) of the pulpits, and went forth some small officer to fight against the mighty, after many traverses was made lieutenant-colonel, and employed by Cromwell, out of favour to him, as the ready way to greatness, to be captain of the guard at the king's trial; where he made his janizaries, by blows and threats, to cry out Justice and Execution. He was guilty of a great deal more blood in Ireland, and had gotten a pretty foul estate.

Colonel Thomas Pride, a brewer, to which he ascended from a drayman, by the same steps as from thence he became a lord; he was a resolute, ignorant fellow, but of very good success, and therefore fit to partake with Cromwell, and to venture on that prime and hardy work of garbling the parliament for him. That done, he deserved any employment from his master, and was put upon this, which he discharged with as much brutishness.

Francis Allen, once a goldsmith, in Fleet-street, where he leaped into a pretty estate by marrying his mistress; was chose recruit of the long parliament, and adhered to the jesuits for their admission of him; was made one of the treasurers at war, a customer, and had Crow-house given him, and held it in capite regis; after that murther, was made one of the committee for sale of his majesty's lands, &c.

Anthony Stapely, a Sussex gentleman, and colonel, and governor of Chichester, strangely wrought into this wicked conspiracie. Nicholas Love, Doctor Love's son, of Winchester, chamberfellow with the Speaker Lenthall, made one of the six clerks of chancery; a violent enemy against the king and his friends, from the very beginning of our troubles, and an army-partaker in this horrible act.

Cornelius Holland, a servant to Sir Henry Vane, and preferred by him to the Green Cloth, in the king's household. His father was a poor man, and died a prisoner in the Fleet; but this fellow got a vast estate by his disloyalty against a good master, whom he not only robbed but murdered.

John Hewson, a broken shoemaker, who by degrees rose to be a colonel, a fellow fit for any mischief, and capable of nothing else,

as his story will declare, and, therefore, no wonder that he was a partaker in this impiety. He is since dead, in exile, and buried, by report, at Amsterdam.

Thomas Wait, a Rutlandshireman, a recruit to the parliament, chosen by the army's influence, and, from a mean person, made by them governor of Burleigh, by which means he became engaged to their interests and designs.

John Allured, a soldier of fortune, promoted (for his hand in this villany) to be a colonel; died just before his majesty's restitution.

POETRY.

[We have been favoured with the following song in manuscript. It is from the pen of ROBERT BURNS, and has never before been published.]

WHEN first I saw my Jeany's face

I coud na' think what ail'd me,
My heart gaed fluttering, pit a pat,
My een had nearly fail'd me.
She's ay sae neat, sae trim and tight;
Ilk grace does round her hover;
Ae look depriv'd me o' my heart,
And I became her lover.

She's ay ay sae blythe and gay,

She's ay sae blythe and chearie,
She's ay sae bonnie, blythe and gay;
O gin I were her dearie!

Had I Dundas's whole estate,

Or Hopeton's pride to shine in,
Did warlike laurels crown my fate,
Or softer bays entwining;
I'd lay them all at Jeany's feet

Could I but hope to move her,

And prouder than a peer or knight,
I'd be my Jeany's lover.

She's ay ay, &c.

But sair I doubt some happier swain
Has gain'd my Jeany's favour,

If sae, may every bliss be her's,

Though I can never have her.
But gang she east, or gang she west,
"Twixt Nith and Tweed all over,

While men have eyes, or ears, or taste,
She'll always find a lover.

She's ay ay, &c.

THE YEARS TO COME.

My transient hour, my little day,
Is speeding fast, how fast! away;
Already hath my summer sun
Half its race of brightness run.
Ah me I hear the wintry blast,
My "Life of Life" will soon be past;
The flush of youth will all be o'er,
The throb of joy will throb no more.
And fancy, mistress of my lyre,
Will cease to lend her sacred fire.
My trembling heart-prepare, prepare
For skies of gloom, and thoughts of care.
Sorrows and wants will make thee weep,
And fears of age will o'er thee creep.
Health that smiied in blooming pride,
Will cease to warm thy sluggish tide.
The shaft of pain, the point of wo,
Will bid the current cease to flow.
And who, alas, shall then be nigh,
To sooth me with affection's sigh?
To press my feeble hand in their's
To plead for me in silent prayers,
And cheer me with those hopes that shed
Rapture o'er a dying bed.

Days of the future cease to roll,
Upon my wild affrighted soul;
Mysterious fate, I will not look
Within thy dark eventful book;
Enough for me to feel and know,
That love and hope must shortly go;
That joy will vanish, fancy fly,

And death dissolve the closest tie.

E'en now, while moans my pensive rhyme,

I list the warning voice of time;

And oh this sigh, this start of fear!

Tells me the night will soon be here.