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the hand, and the latter on the middle
me desirous, that for less than the value . finger. Baset and his daughter imme. of one shilling, which the ingredients will diately applied to don Thomas Sabater, cost, the public should be thus put in the surgeon of their village, who fure possession of it: nished them with powder sufficient for
Take of myrrh, coarsely bruised or nine days. On the contrary, Fauro, powdered, half air ounce, put it into a who lived at another village, looked upon saucepan, or glazed pipkin, sufficiently his wound as a mere trifle, and took no
capacious; and add to the myrih, a further notice of it.
pint and a half of cold spring-water, “ What was the consequence? Baset taking care to stir ihe myrrh well in it and bis daughter were perfectly cured, before placing it on the fire, to prevent and have for these three years experienced its becoming Tumpy: then put into the not the least alteration in their health; above mixture also half an ounce, or whereas the unfortunate Fauro died sixty three tea spoonfuls, of pure starch, and days after the accident, with all the three or four pieces of ginger, according symptoms of the most confirined by- to their size. When these ingredients are drophobia.
all stirred together in the fluid, place the "Another mad dog in Sierra den Gar- saucepan on the fire, and boil them from ceran, had bitten several other dogs, five to eight minutes, occasionally taking pigs, &c. The powder was administered it off to prevent it froin boiling over to some of them for eleven successive into the fire: let it then be strained hot days; and, till the present moment, through a cloth, or sieve, into a bason, during the space of nearly two years, no and covered over with a plaie till cold; ill consequences whatever have been ob- then add to it bait an ounce of
prepared served. All the animals to whom the chalk, grow ally mixed with some of the powder was not given, died raving mad decoction ey means of a large spoon, in in twenty-five days.
a bason or cup; add likewise two or three “One doy, to whom it was found im table-spoonfuls of tincture of rhubarb : possible to administer more than four then put all into a wine quart, which is doses, did not go mad, but fell into a
to be Slled up with peppermint, or plain kind of lethargy, and refused to eat; till water, if there be not suthcient of the at lernth he died on the sixtieth day, but mixture without. without any of the symptoms of actual Then take two table spoonfuls for a hydrophobia.
dose, two or three times, or oliener 70 " So much for the experiments with a requisite, a day. remedy, which, as far as I know, hius
Jou PROCTER. never been included among the six or seven medicines for preventing the con. To the Editor of the Monthly Magazine sequences of the bite of mad dogs. It
SIR, seeins, however, to be so much the inore
crows, basing cians of every country, as its efficacy young, are faiblui to one another; and against the venom of the viper is fully ihat on the tuath of the one, the other confirmed by the experience of ages. generally lives a solitary life, and not
unfrequently dies of vexation. To the Editor of the Monthly Asugazine. this is a fact I have the best reason to
of your intelligent readers say how für G
VIVE me leave, through the channel conclude that geese, having once pairesi,
J of your truly valuable and most if left to themselves, continue faithful to entertaining miscellany, to communicate one another; a kind of new courtship each to the public the following wonderful spring commencing between the same cure for an excessively obstinate purgative pair: and that a ginder, still alive, his
maie having died twenty vears ago, still complaint in the bowels, upon a woman
lives a solitary lile. James HALL. of between eighty and ninety, and a man turned of seventy years of age: besides a great many others, lately preserved by To the Editor of the illonthly Magazine, this comfortable recipe; all which inakes
for a io Terrestria! Stereograph, upon I find from the Spanish journals, that
the Plane of the Equator," and Ce this powder has likewise been tried at Madrid with complete success.
lestial Stereogi apa lo exhibit all the stars
deserving of the attention of the physiT cho ancients were of opinion, that
Stereographs.-Astrology.-Military Schools. [Jane i, visible at any time of the year, &c. by pronum, periculis exponentem se pluriJames Huntingford, formerly of Win- mis. Succendit choleram, inte m etiam chester."
ad dignitates provelit et honores, vocat In compliance with the terms of sub- ad pericula incendii, ferri, impetitionum scription,' I 'paith fourteen shillings in bestiarum, unde in loco succumbet non advance. Since that time I have not E periculis tainen elabetur dei heard a syllable about the Sicreographs, presidio." except the complaints of those who have, I have only to add, that the book has like myself, paid the fourteen shillings in been many years in my possession, and udvance.
F. K. carries indubitable marks of its being Cirencester.
printed at the date specified in the titlepage.
G. W. To the Editor of the Monthly Magazine.
To the Editor of the Monthly Magazine.
as a science, have long since been N Mr. Edgeworth's Essays on Profes. Heservedly exploded. It is not therefore with the remotest view of favouring any “ A inilitary school should have annual popular prejudice as to the possibility of competitions and prizes for foot-races, foretelling future events, that I send you leaping, wrestling, fencing, and firing at the following extract out of an old Latin a target; for trials of fortitude as well book on the subject; but merely as an as of skill and exertion,” &c. (page 151.) instance of curious, though accidental, an
" If exhibitions of these military games ticipation of the character ou le present were made in great public theatres, and emperor of the French. This tract, if the prizes were conferred by a royal printed at Strasburgh in 1663, is entitled, or noble, or by some fair and fashionable
Joannis ab Indayine Introductiones Apo- hand, there can be little doubt but they telesmaticæ;" and, besides astrology, would tend more than all the precepts of contains treatises also on physiognoniy, masters, to produce that ardour and am: chiromancy, prognostics of diseases, prog- bition which constitute the true military nostics of the weather, &c. also on ar
character. All sports, without exception, titicial memory-and, amidst a great mass that promote strength and agility of body, of absurdities on these subjects, contains should be encouraged in our military some well-founded and ingenious obser- schools; for instance, archery, swimming, vations. In the astrological part, where hunting, and shooting." the influence of the sun is spoken of while I presume Mr. Edgeworth to be a in each of the signs of the zodiac, though stranger to the Berkshire game of hacke nothing can be more ridiculous than the sword, or single-stick, as it is called in application of one kind of character and Hants, Wilts, and Somerset, or he would fortune to every individual born under the certainly have added it to the martial same sign, yet the following, given as the sports above enumerated; its practice gecharacter of those born while the sun is nerating, in a superior degree, mental in the sign of the Lion, though not quite and bodily fortitude, courage, and intre correct, may perhaps be applied with pidity. Those who have witnessed in more propriety to Buonaparte, (certainly the west-country fairs the severe contesis the most remarkable person ever born and struggles at this gaine, for a prize, with the sun in that sign) than any of the generally some paltry hat and ribbon, Philippics or panegyrics of his contem- and have remarked the triumph of the poraries.
victors, and the interest felt by the specNapoleon Buonaparte, born 15th Au- tators, will bear me out in asserting this gust, 1709. SOL in LEONE,
pastime to be the most lively picture of “ In Leone natum sol facit magnanimum, audacem, arrogantem, eloquentem, It is much to be wished that this game, superbum, derisorem, immitem, immisco the only relic (if we except wrestling) ricordem, durum, inexorabilem, tetricum, of the ancient tournament, were more undequaque angustiis & periculis maxi- generally encouraged amongst our peainis scptum, periculis rursum exi- santry; as' it must ten to render our mit & otticiis prestituit publicis, centu- men of war and cavalry, boarders and rionem facit vel pentacontarchum, e skirmishers, more expert and confident tribus magnatitius beneficia expectanter, in the use of their most effective iveapon, infelicem in prolibus et pro iis sustinentem the broad-sword,
I, B. labores et afilictiones multas, ad iram Kensington,
For the Monthly Magazine.
Or dips in briny waves
Her drooping wing:
Have hid their skulkiog fear.
No more with shining sword
To quaff with barbarous joy
The blood of tops.
No more athwart the land
They shriek the whoop of war,
Unsparing plunder's harbingers
Nor reap the fertile coast, The equal sisters met
Steering their nightly way His banners weaving.
By glare of burning towns. Thread of Roman entrails twin'd
Nor starving widows pine In the speary loum they strain,
Along forsaken shores, Heads of tyrants nod below.
Their captive children gone,
Their daring husbands slain.
Then speed the golden cup
In many a sparkling round, Their ash-pale steeds with living snakes It beams on peace and joy : They urge athwart the murky air,
And long may Britain's sons unfurl And bear to Alfred's hand
The banners red, The baoners red.
For conquering Freedom wove!
Edi. Wheretor: should mán delight in Away, away, away,
praising war, To where on rising blasts
And chronicle his cruelty in songs ? The smell of carnage mounts,
Edro. We'll bid them change the lay to To where with eager ear
sofier themes. The fleet maids drink
The feast-song should be tun'd to joy The sound of boiling fight!
alone. From ranks that speed to war
Edw. And why not every song? The The growing niurmurs rise ;
kind immortals The pattering sleet of darts,
Can never grudge to see their only children The din of thundering shields,
Snatch every fleeting pleasure as it starts. The crash of falling hosts,
Man reels they do not, is asham'd of grief, And ail the storm of battle.
And hides in ewil it solitudes to pine. The bellowing horo, the clashing steel,
Editha, let me pl.dge thee in a cup The victor’o shout of joy,
Of beaming wine. The yell of writhing pain,
Edi. My lord, I shall obey. The tread of loud pursuit,
Here's to thy health Are echoed from the sky.
Edw. I thank thee-Now the goblet From flying foes arose the moun:
Thy lips have hug a rosy garland on it. For he whose band unfuris
Édi. Peace! they prepare to sing again. The banners red,
My father, Shall on his victor brow
Hast thou not heard some rude-voic'd clown The oaken wreach receive.
below Within what cave of mist
Require to see earl Tosti? Some frowning Nornie veil'd
T. I have heard.
[Gees. The banners red,
Minstrels sing While Britain groan'd beneath
For him who falls in fight, The iron-scepter'd Dane,
Achwart the gulf or night and storm Edward, 'twas thine to know,
Shall bend the raciant bow, And wide to every wind
The burning bridge of gods. The floating Aag unfurl.
Braga strikes the trembling harp,
Swells the strain of greeting high
The apples ot eternal youth
The glittering arms of festal fighe
To Odin's long repost of mirth
Young Heimoal guides, To gorge in corse-strown wilds,
The blue-eyed maids or war present And howl dismay.
The mantling mead Henceforth to fields of Aight
For him who from th: fight The raven leads,
Un conquering step returns, MONTHLY MAG, No, 199.
T. Doe-Have I liv'd to this?
Maid, do not rack my soul. Thy father's'
fathers O'erwave his way? No hand of beauty bring
Have hitherto been stainless-liv'd with ho
norThe fruit of love?
And, when the choice was infamy or death, Yes! the bard with daring arm
Knew which to beckon with unfaltering For him shall hurl on high
hand. The glittering shaft of praise ;
Think I'll be with thee soon ..... Yes, And, in the circling dance of May,
yes, I have it. The hand of beauty shall bestow
Lok, from thy black abyss, on heaving storms The hawthorn-wreath she cullid,
Ascend, and curtain with thy raven-pinions And for the evening hower
My darken'd soul. With thy own hell posee A sweeter wreath reserve. No primrose strown upon the grave,
Breathe flaming venom through my swelling No hearse-song from the wailing friend,
veins, Nor e'en the lover's tear,
That I may hatch within this brooding Can bribe Siguna to resign
breast The virgin, who unwedded dies.
Some great revenge to match my injuries.
(Tosti goes, Through sullen fog, and dreary wilds,
EDWARD and HAROLD Through cold, and ghastly air,
remain at table; Editha in the fore-gresad. She roves the live-long day;
Edw. Where is thy brother, Harold ? In Or on the elder's bough
thy silence A lonely pillow finds,
He surely did not read some lurking plot. Her brows en wrapt with rue,
H. The wolf is in our toils-he cannot Her food the scaly worm.
But will return ere long. Another bowl -But she whom warriors choose,
Editha still remains : all else imports not.. Shall view Valhalla's bowers.
Edi. My father wishes me lo take this Then learn the lore of love Ere youth and beauty fade,
For ever to the aspect of the sun, Lest May, with flowers so sweet,
That I should seal these eyes-behold 20 Return no more. Edw. O chear, Editha, and allow thy bo. E'en the pale stars, or melancholy moon,
Whose southing gleam has often caim'd my To vibrate sympathy. Yes, let us crop
breast, The flowers of life, while with the morning When terrible forebodings rose within me. dew
And shall I tread no more the flowery earth, Of sparkling youth their fragrant buds are Leaning on friendship's arm ?-May I no
laden. (Tosti returns, grasps tbe band of EdithA, Behold the face of kindred or of parents, and leads her with studied calmness from the Or clasp, yet once, those whom my soul
holds dear? rable inio ibe vestibule )
Could I, my mother, breathe my last fare. T. Thy uncle is the deep dissembling
Within thy arms, 't would be some comfort For which I took him. One of those I station's
Some comfort, that thy hand should close Within yon forest, comes to bring me word
my eyes, That in the self same spoi, by Harold's And to the grave consign thy daughter's
order, Some vassals of the king's had sought an 'Tis sweet to view the daylight, sweet tv ambush
hear To seize thee for his evil purposes,
The voice of men. Silence and gloom appal When thou should'st quit the table. Edi. O my father!
Eternal stillness, and eternal night, T. Editha, art thou honest ? Dost thou Dwell in the narrow grave: and I most meet fear,
them. More than the shaft of death, the loss of O! this untimely death is bitter to me. virtue ?
How often, when the little Siegwin lay Edi. I hope so, father.
Upon my bosom, bath'd in peaceful slumber, T. (Gives a dagger.) Here then-Thou My swelling heart would heave a tender art sate.
sigh, Child, we are overmatch'a': my vassals yon. And a tear trickle down upon his hand, der
Anticipating the delightful feelings Are much too few to force us safely hence. Of a fond mother-They shall ne'er be mine. Edi. What must I do?
O Edward, wherefore docs my inmost soul
Still seek to hope that thou wast not deceit. This was not wine I swallowed-am I poiful?
son'd? I canno', though I know it, think thou wast; Whence is this nipping chill, this paler dayAnd therefore do I linger. Could I see thee
light? As I should view thee, then this point were Why clings a bloody dew to every pillar? welcome.
Why do these arches mutter sullen groans While sbe points the dagger to ber breast, of distant thunder? Whence these fading Tosti returns looking wildly.)
All nature seems to quake.
T. I'll tell thee, why ;
'Tis that all nature bow's to hail my friumph, Edi. Can't I be sav'd, my father? must I And sympathizes with my high revenge. go
Thy Siegwin, thy beloved, darling. SiegIn twilight walks and misty cells to moan
win, Hours of unending solitude away?
Has bled beneath my sword; and in that And who will call thee father when I'm
bowl gone ?
Thou drank'st his reeking blood. 9. Wring not my heart, Editha, lest I H. (coming forward.) My boy! my son ! spare thee.
And has the hell-hound known to find my Edi. O spare me by my mother's love
And gnawn them with the sharpest tooth of By the caresses which upon thy knee
spite? My infancy receiv'd-O do not kill me. Why did I spare his life a single instant ? T. Give me the dagger, child.
1. Thou soughtest to deprive me of my Edi. No, no, I will not.
[EDWARD aduances, ter of thee,
1 have prevented that. Come here and view And imprecates a curse upon her husband.
her. (Gives spe dagger, knecling.) But let her not Edw. Editha, O, this blood should flow to pronounce it-no, my father,
save thee! Tell her Editha kneei'd to ask for death,
T. I've taken life for life, and am reAnd welcom'd, from her father's arm, the
veng'd. blessing. (Tosti stabs ker.) I have bereft myself of all I lov'd, Tell her that like a bleeding lamb I fell, And mountain'd up unlessening woe upon me. And kiss'd the hand-Ab, 'twill be over
Henceforth I'll be the outcast of mankind, shortly
And rove about in endless niisery, Tell her I thought of her, and bade her love The aim at which chastising gods shall shoot. thee
The winter storm in his cold arm shall seize The more for this last office of thy goodness. My stiffening limbs, and I will call it mercy. Farewell, my father.
The bail and thunder on my head shall beat, T. Child, farewell for ever!
And lightnings sear these eye-balls, and 1'11 (Sbe dies in bis arms; be lays ber gently down,
smile. and continues looking at ber in silence. ED- I loath the sight of day, of man, of you. WARD and HAROLD continue ut table in The vengeful sisters, their pale stony eyes ire background.)
On Tosti (urn’d, with sounding stride apEdw. Harold, to-day thou art not girt
proach. with mirth;
Lok, arm my hands with mischief! Would'st Qf old thou wast the soul of every feast.
thou point H. I know not why this gloom oppresses Against the brother's heart the brother's
sword, But I feel cold at heart.-- Where are my Against the daughter's breast the father's people?
To beat about in restless misery-
To hide in caves of ice-in venom seas
Till the great wheel of ages roll its round. (Looking at the cupbearer.) Have I not seen
[Gues. thy face in Tosti's house?