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away. But the sixth also went, and empty, the waiter went to the guest to disappeared in the saloon. The seventh awake him ; but who can describe his remained, but seemed to be asleep. This affright, when he fouod the sitting peris the paymaster ! said the waiter, and son a man of straw ! kept bis eye constantly upon him. The The next day, however, the amount man still seemed to sleep. After many of the bill was sent, the whole having hours had elapsed, and the rooms and been meant only as a joke upon the saloon began to become deserted and landlord.


From the Literary Gazette, Oct. 25, 1817.

From the Gentleman's Magazine.

THE wind blows chill across those gloomy

By EDWARD LORD THURLOW. waves--Oh how unlike the green and dancing main!

DHEBUS, whose lieges the great Poets are,

Wbose fire doth ripen their creative The surge is foul, as if it rolled o'er graves ;--

heads, Stranger! here lie the CITIES OF THE Plain !

And giveth light, and love to all, that treads Yes ; on that waste, by wild waves covered

The earth, or cleaves the wave, or wings

the air; now,

Whose lovely torch, divine, and regular, Rose palace proud, and sparkling pinnacle: Sweet flowers, rich fruits doth wahen in On pomp and festival beam'd morning's glow;

their beds, On pomp and festival the twilight fell.

And groves, and woods ; and day resples

dent sheds Lovely, and splendid all ;---hut Sopow's soul O'er heaven, and earth, with glory circular, Was stained with blood, and pride, and per- The rosy-bosom’d Hours now chant along • jury ;

Thy golden cbaret nearer to the earth: Long warned, long spared, till her whole heart Thou marchest, like a bridegroom, fair, and was foul,

strong ; And fiery vengeance on its clouds came pigh. Thou causest, that of light we have no dearth; And still she mocked, and danced, and taunt

O Plicebus, bless us ripe, and bless us long;

That hadst in Jove's own lap, thy perfect ing spoke

birth! Her sportive blasphemies against the 1 THROVE:--It came !--the thunder on her slumber broke, From the Literary Panorama, Norember 1817. God spake the word of wrath---her dream was done !

THE ARAB'S TENT. Yet, in her final night, amid her stood

See the Anecdotes of Arab Hospitality,"

, in p. 295 of our last Volume.) Immortal messengers, and pausing Heaven Pleaded with man, but she was quite embrued! T AND of the Sun ! on whose swart brow Her last hour waned, she scorned to be for- L.The beams of cloudless splendour glow, given !

Where mountains towering towards thy sky

Frown from their cloudy canopy; 'Twas done !---down poured at once the sul. And torrents leaping from thy hills phurous shower;

Gush in ten thousand fountain rills; Down stooped in dame the heaven's red Where earth's remote foundationer canopy;

Shook by thy deaf'ning thunder plan Oh, for the arm of God in that fierce hour! And the duo Simoom's mortal breath

10 'Twas vain ; nor help of God or map was Bears op its wings the blush of death; 10 pigh.

Where softer beauties charm the sense

And glow in such pre-eminence, Thoy rush, they bound, they howl! the men of The pilgrim in thy groves might swear sin !

Another Paradise were there ; Still stooped the cloud, still burst the thicker Where every mountain glen between blaze ;

The palm-tree's stately stem is seen, The earthquake heaved ! then sank the hide. And countless flowers of rainbow hues ous din--

Bathe in thy soft ambrosial dews,
Yon wave of darkness o'er their ashes strays. And birds of plumage fair and bright

In golden tints of varying light,
PARIS ! thy soul is deeper dyed with blood, Sport gayly thro’ thy perfum'd groves
And long and blasphemous has been thy And warble their untutor'd loves;

Where, stalking thro' thy forest shades
And PARIS, it were well for thee, that food The stately lion baunts thy glades,
Or fire could cleanse thy daining stains And the light panther bounds away

Pulci. To bask upon the lap of day,
Oct. 1817.

And man---of passion fierce and wild,
Untutor’d nature's genuine child,

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VOL. 2.
Original Poetry

437 Pursues the chace, nor fears to stray,

" And fills, with soft complaints, the burthen As savage and as fierce as they ;

of her song.. but who can things linconquerd land !---tho' mid thy plains he loud ka Fell rapine stalks---subjection reigns,

“ His spirit floats upon the perfumed gale, Tay stubborn bosom spurns the yoke !

“ Tbāt murmurs through our soft Arabian ram Thy forests moek the woodman's strokem

groves, y, homaz, Thy wastes uncultur'd, widely glow

“ Listen!'his sighs stealo'er th' enamour'd vale, Unbroken by the lab'ring plough,

“And e'eo th' embracing boughs confess ent, de la Proudly, in rich luxuriance

their spotless loves."----

Shines forth thy wild magnificence, 40
The sun, from whom thy treasures flow, It paus'd---that voice so sweet and clear,
The only sovereign thou wilt know !

Yet still it held enchain'd the ear,
And such the free-born tide that rolls

The rock---the stream ---the hill--- the grove

Return’d the melody of love,
Unmingled in thy children's souls ;

Till the last echo gently died
Like the unshackled whirlwind's breath
Their life :---and like its pause their death;

Entranc'd upon the silver tide,
Their's are wild spirits, hearts of fire

Where on its breast the moonlight ray

Sparkles in undulating play,
Kindled alike by love or ire,
Where generous feelings strongly beat

By its soft light in pensive mood
And honour holds her spotless seat;

so Spent and benighted Selim stood-..

Enrapt by the sweet sounds that stole
Yet where uosparing rancour dwells,

Like balm upon his weary soul.
And vengeance, in her secret cells,
Breathes the fell sentence, ne'er forgiven

“ Was it that, in a scene like this,
By thought of earth, or hope of heaven! “ Bright Houries from the bowers of bliss
Yet sometimes o'er the sayage scene,

“ Had wing'd to earth their radiant flight, A beam of brightness plays between

" To charm the list'oing ear of night?"
And virtues of a milder clime

The magic minstrel be pursued,
In these stern souls becomes sublime :

And by the tent the chieftain stood,
And in the self-fame race, we see

He ask'd relief-a-he ask'd repose---)
How great---bow little---man can be !

60 And when did gen'rous Arab close

The veiled tent to suppliant foes ?
The sun is seto--the dewy shower


Abdallah spread before his guest
Blesses each craving herb and flower,

Of fruits the choicest and the best,
And there beneath ihe palm-tree's shade,

The fleecy lamb for him was slain,
Where almond blossoms scent the glade,
And trembling on the moonlight way

For him the nectar of the plain

Refresh'd the unexpected guest,
The light mimosa waves her spray,

And mantled at the simple feast;
Where the fresh stream bright sparkling shoots

Each tells his tale ; each asks of pews :---
Around the willow': silvered roots,

The Pacha's force---the Pacha's views :
Thep in goft murmurs steals away

The Mecca pilgrims' lengthen'd train
To sleep in Lupa's palest ray ;


The well of Zemzem;---and the plain 'Tis there the Arab's tent is spread :--

Where the great Prophet's vengeful sword
The camel's cry.--the hurried tread

Perform'd the purpose of the Lord.
Have died upon the list ning ear---

The stranger tells of lofty deeds-..
But rising soft and murmuring near

Again---in thought---the battle bleeds ;
A sweeter melody has sprung,

“ Bright was the day, and proud the story. Floating the listening glades among :-

“When early conquest dawned io glory? Each sound is still'd---each accent mute,

56 When on stero Masa's cloveo crest For Zeila tunes her warbling lute,

" He wrote the vengeance of his breast; Delight upon the echoes hang.

“ Vengeance! ob pot the flowing bowl As thus the beauteous minstrel sung :--- 80

" Is balt so grateful to the soul!"

" The cup we quaff.--the song we hear,
" Seest thou the moonbeam on yon silver “ Is not so sweet to lip and ear,

" As Musa's life-blood flowing fast,
“ Calmly it slumbers on the dimpled wave; “And that deep groan which told his last !"
. Such and so bright is passion's tender dream, 'Twas thus the vengeful Arab said:---
" It decks the morn of life, and smiles upon A flickering paleness overspread
the grave!

Abdallah's dark and beetling brow,

And then the fierce impetuous glow
“ The beam of blooming youth's unsullied Rush'd wildly boiling from the brain,

And throbbed in every swelling vein :
“ The trembling light of beauty's downcast Ha hand across his brow he past,
Anon a hurried look he cast

40! these are spells that chase the sigh of woe, On high.---in that brief, mute appeal
" And spread, p'er sorrowing hearts, their There dwelt a language all can feel,
nameless witchery.

But to erpress---a tongue of fire

Would falter at that tale of ire !
" Behold the rose upon her waving throne--- His brow again is calm---to rest
« Love tiots her brow with his own blushing The storm is lulled within bis breast;

100 The guest inarked not that changing mood :
« Breatheso'er her form a freshness all his own, And now the pause of solitude
And bathes ber balmy breast with evep. Falls on the tent--and sleep has spread
ing's softest dew.

Her curtain o'er the stranger's head. 140

But the host slept not--thrice he drew " List to the warbling nightingale--she soars The glittering sabre forth to view--Far from the baunts of man, the bustling He seized his bow --its strength he tried, throng,

And girt the dagger to bis side ; ** Love breathes in every thrilling note she Oh ! how he watch'd the wane of night! pours,

The moon with her to placid light


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Calmed not his soul, he cursed her ray

And like the cagle o'er bis prey,
And languished for the blush of day--- Hung on the stranger's vent'sous way.
It almost dawns---the wavering sky

The phalanx of the armed lines
Announces morning's opeoing nigh. 150 Bright in the morning sun-light shinei,
Beside the tent, of matchless speed,

But he would rush upon the spear, Slands ready armed, a noble steed,

Thro' seas of blood his progress steer, His reip is in Abdallah's band,

To taste, but for a moment's breath, Tb' impatient courser paws the sand,

The sweetness of revenge in death;
And gazing towards the eastern vale

In vain! the friendly van-guard pasied,
Souffs, with keeu seuse, the cheering gale, Its shout is pealing on the blast;
Then sporting, sparns the ground again

The race is o'er---'inid friendly bands
And shakes his widely floating main;

Safe and unharmed the Arab stands,
The guest's departing words express'd

But years can never wear away
The grateful language of his breast. 160 The memory of that well-knowu day.
But what the last adieu that bung

Did he not earn an honour'd grave
Upon Abdallah's faltering tongue ?

That foe so gen'rous and so brave?
He held the'stirrup to his guest,
Warm friendship's honorable test,
But stern his brow and dark his eye ;-

From the European Magazise.
The brief, and would-be-calm reply,

FOUND IN A CASE CONTAINING A HUMAX The rising anger ill repress'd,

And smother'd in his heaving breast,
The proud cold courtesy, declare

[By the Author of Courey, Legends of Lampidosa,&c.] Th'indignant feelings boiling there! When the last offices were paid

DEHOLD this ruin ! 'Twas a skoll On Selim's arm bis hand be laid,

B Once of ethereal spirit full ! And with a changing cheek---an eye

Tuis narrow cell was lite's retreat: Flashing with silent energy,

This space was Thought's mysterious seat ! Thas be bespoke him----- Look on high--

What beauteoirs pictures fill'd this spot ! “ The sun-beam o'er the morning sky

Wbat dreams of pleasure loug forgot! « Early and faint, not yet has thrown

Nor Love, nor Joy, oor Hope, nor Fear, “ The splendour of its blushing zone ;

Has left one trace or record bere ! “ But---mark me stranger !---ere that ray Beneath this mould'ring canopy Smiles on the golden prime of day,

(oce sbone the bright and busy eye * Thy life is forfeit---start not---ly!

But start not at the dismal void !-" For in this wide earth thou and I

If social love that eye employ'd; May breathe no more :--that hand of thine If with no lawlestire it gleam'd, " Once link'd in friendship's clasp with mine, But through the dew of kindness beam'di “ Is red, polluted, by the flood

That eye si all be forever bright, “ The life-stream of my father's blood !

Wheu stais aud suns have lost their light ! “ Know! that bis dear and sacred name “ Has been traduced by lying fame !

Here, in this silent cavern, hung “ And shall the source that gave me birth

The ready, swift, and tuneful tongue ; 6 Siok unrevenged in the deep earth?

If Falsehood's honey it disdain'd, No! ev'ry drop that thou hast shed

Aud where it could not praise, was cbainds « Stranger ! must fall upon thy head...

If bold in Virtue's cause it spoke, “ Last night thou wert my guest---but now

Yet gentle Conrord never broke ; Thou know'st the sentence---know my vow,

w. That tuneful tongue shall plead for thee “ My soul is bound from early day

When Death unsals eternity ! “ E'en to the sun's expiring ray,

Say, did these fingers delve the mine, “ To seek the murderer ;---Thou art he!

Or with its envied rubies shine ? · Enough---the dawn is brighteuing --iee--- To hew the rock, or wear the gem, « I do not mount a tieeter steed--

Can nothing now avail to them : “ Away--thy life is on thy speed!"

But, if the page of Truth they sought, Forward the Arab courser sprung,

Or comfort to the mourner brought, Free to the winds his rider tung

These hands a ricber mred shali claim The floating reins---bis nervous hand

T'han all that waits on Wealth or Fame ! Unconscious grasped the friendly brand,

Avails it whether bare or shod Lightly the sandy waste he passed;

These fect the path of duty trod, c. Swift as the whirlwind's stormy blast

If from the bow'rs of joy they tled, His fierce pursuer's steed he hears,

To south Afilaction's humble bed: His hard hoofs clatter in his ears!

If Grandeur's guilty bribe they spuru'd, The sound grows faint --he breathes again,

And home to Virtue's lap returo'd ; And skims alone the sandy plain ;

Tuese feet with Angel wings sball vie,
See ! see! the friendly ensigos rise

Aud tread the palace of the sky!
And float upon the ruddy skies,
Yonder the camp's white tents are spread,
But hark ! again the approaching tread
Falls on his ear.--away! away!

From the Monthly Magazine, Nov. 1817.
Oh for the fleeting wings of day!

TRANSLATION FROM HORACE. Nearer and nearer o'er the places

Abdallah's steed each moment gains ;
The tumults of the camp arise

POSTHUMUS! alas, alas!
In mingled clamour to the skies,

920 U How swift the fleeting moments pass; The Moor passed on---he sparned the ground, Nor car Religion's pow'r 'Twas life itself, that cheering sound !

Retard fell Death's resistless blow, But still the avenger hover'd near,

The hoary bead, the wrinkled brow, He knew ng

Or thwart our fatal hour.

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Better than feasts pontifical,
(Or those of sewer or seneschal)

Shall stain the costly boor.

No---should'st thou, each succeeding day,
To bell's relentless monarch slay

A three-fold hecatomb ;
Who by his iron-hand restrains
Giants in adamantine chaios,

Ingulplu'd io Stygian gloom.
For all who Nature's bounty share---
The king, the husbandman, the fair---

Must yield to Death's domain :
In vain we shun, enwrapt in ease
Tb' tearse-sounding Adriatic seas,

Or blood-stain'd battle-plain.
In vain we shun the autumnal gale,
O'er lazy Styx we soou must sail,

(To Pluto's realms we speed ;) Where Danaus' race unceasing toils, And Sisyphus, whose stone recoils,

Revolving o'er his head.
Thy wife, thy land, thy groves of trees,
Must all be left; and none of these

Their short-liv'd lord shall have ;
Except the hateful cypress boughs,
Whose verdure shall alone diffase

Their fragrance o'er thy grave,
Soon shalt thou to a worthier heir
Resign thy wealth, and sumptuous fare ;

And wines of choicest store,

From the European Magazine.

O N Laura's bosom blush'd a rose,

Fresh batb'd in dew of summer's morn:
Its tints might rival even those

Which youthful beauty's cheek adorn,
But, oh! its fragrance all nad flown,

And Laura's lip confess'd the theft;
Its leaves in silence sigh'd alone,

That not one balmy sweet was left.
Woe told its tale, and in her eye

Shone melting Pity's trembling tear;
The radiant gem of sympathy,

So wildly bright,---so purely clear.
It paused, then softly traced its way

Uutil it found a home of rest;
And glittering on the tower it lay,

Whose pillow was fair Laura's breast.
An angel caught the tear, and then,

With golden pinions soar'd on high,
Where loved of angels, blest of men,

It shines a star in Evening's sky.


From the New Monthly Magazine, Nov, 1817. ful Arts, Natural History, and the Application

of Natural History, which last will 'embrace TN one of our late numbers we announced

Anatomy, Surgery, Materia Medica, Pha 1 tbe intended publication of the ENCYCLO

.- macy and Medicine. The third division, in PEDIA METROPOLITANA, and are now desi


- 8 volumes, will comprise Biography, chronom rous to call the attention of our readers to

logically arranged, with National History, some of the peculiar claims which this under. P

Political Geography and Chropology. The taking prefers to public patronage. The most fourth division, in 8 volumes, will contain a striking is the arrangement.---It is justly ob- Ga

Gazetteer of Geography, and a Philosophical served in the Prospectus that--" the inappli

and Etymological Lexicon of the English cability of a strictly scientific method to a

Language: the citations arranged according

i modern Encyclopædia,has led to the abandone

to the age of the works from which they air nent of all principle of rational arrangement; selected. The lodes, occupying the last aod it may be safely asserted of all our Uni

de volume, will be a digested body of reference versal Dictionaries' hitherto, that the chief difference between them, in respect of their well as the scientific name of every subject of

to the whole work, in which the English as plan, consists in the more or less complete dis

Natural History will be given. Such is the organization of the Sciences and systematic

general outline of arrangement wbicb will Arts. Nor has the imperfection rested here. bis

sted bere, distinguish this ENCYCLOPÆDIA from all its om The position of those alphabetical fragments

predecessors. Its projectors moreover pledge into wbich the whole system of human kuow

themselves to the rigid exclusion of the false ledge has been splintered, was but too fre.

philosophy of the age, which has perverted quently determined by the caprice or conven

similar publications, that ought to be devoted ience of the compiler. The division of parts to the arts and sciences, into vecles of liceninto minor parts had no settled limit; and the tiousness, materialism, and infidelity. The arrangement became neither properly scien

work will be published in parts or half-volumes, tific, nor properly alphabetical. It had the at the rate of one at lease every three inonths, inconveniences of boih, without the advanta

advance and the first will appear on the 1st of January ges of either.” To remedy these inconveni

1818. ences, of which those who, like ourselves have

From the European Magazine. had frequent occasion to refer to such collec

POTATOES. tiuns, must be thoroughly sensible, it is proposed to give to the forth-coming work the two

The following important discoveries of fold advantage of a philosophical and alpha- uses to whi

uses to which the Potatoe-plant may be apbetical arrangement. To the Introduction plied, have been lately made in France. The • On the Laws and Regulative Principles of preparation of Potass is a simple process, aod Education,” will succeed the Pure Sciences,

promises the greatest advantage to the cultiGrammar and Philology, Logic and Mathes vators. We trust the experiment will be matics: Metaphysice. Morals and Theology. tried in England; its success would be of inin 2 vols. The Mixed Sciences, Mechanics. finite utility to our manufactures : --Hydrostatics, Pneuinatics, Optics and Astrop. On the Distillation of Spirits of Wine ( Alcohol) omy, will occupy one voluine; the Applied

from Potalors. Sciences, 5 volumes, divided between Experie A French lady, the Countess de N****, mental Philosophy, the Fine Arts, the Use. whom political events compelled to change


London Literary and Philosophical Intelligence.

(vol. 2

ber chatean, on the banks of the Saone, for a periments, the truth of his conclusions. The cottage eight leagues from Viana---has estab- French Society of Agriculture, and the Society lisbed, on the small farm she occupies, a for Encouragement of National Industry, distillation of brandy from potatoes; which have both named Coinmissioners to frame she has found to be very lucrative. The official reports ; in the mean time, we feel it brandy of 90 degrees of Reaumur is very pure, important to give an account of the process, and has neither taste nor smell different from in the hope that, even in the present season, that produced by the distillation of grapes. it may be turned to account--as it interests The method she employs is very simple, and landlords, tenauts, merchants, and manufacwithin every person's reach.

turers. Take 1001b. of potatoes, well washed, dress It is necessary to cut off the potatoe-tops them by steam, and let them be bruised to the moment that the flowers begin to fall, as powder with a roller, &c. In the mean tiine, that is the period of their greatest vigour; take 4lb. of ground malt, steep it in luke-warm they must be cut off at four or five ioches from water, and then pour it into the ferıneoting the ground, with a very sharp knife. Fresh back, and pour on it twelve quarts of boiling sprouts spring, which not only answer all the water ; this water is stirred about, and the purposes of conducting the roots to maturity, bruised potatoes thrown in and well stirred bat tend to an increase of their volume, as they about with wooden rakes, till every part of the sprouts) demand less nourishment than the the potatoes is well saturated with the liquor. old top. The tops may be sufered to remain

Iinmediately six or eight ounces of yeast is on the ground where cut; in eigbt or ten days to be mixed with 28 gallons of water, of a they are sufficiently dry without turning and proper warmth to make the whole mass of the may be carted, either home or to a corner of tenperature of from 12 to 15 degress of the field, where a hole is to be dug in the Reaumur; there is to be added half a pint to earth, about five feet square, and two feet a piot of good brandy.

deep (the combustion would be too rapid, and The fermenting back must he placed in a the ashes cool too quick, and thereby dimipish room to be kept, by means of a stove, at a the quantity of alkali, were they burnt in the temperature of fifteen to eighteen degrees of open air.) The ashes must be kept red hot as Reaunur. The mixture must be left to re- long as possible: when the fire is strong, tops main at rest.

that are only inperfectly dried may be throw The back must be large enough to suffer the in, and even green ones will then barn well mass to rise seven or eight inches, without enough. running over. If, potwithstanding this pre- The asbes extracted from the hole must be cautiou, it does so, a little must be taken out, put in a vessel, and boiling water poured upon and returned when it falls a little : the back it, and then the water must be evaporated: 's then covered again, and the ferinentation is for these two operations potatoe-tops ma sullere to finish without touching ite-whicá used alone as firing in the furnace, and the takes place generally in five or six days. This ashes collected. There remains after the is known by its being perceived that the liquid evaporation a dry saline reddish substance, is quite clear, and the potatoes fallen to the known in commerce under the name of salin : bottom of the back. The fluid is decanted, the more the ashes are boiled, the greyer and and the potatoes pressed dry.

more valuable the salin becomes. Tae distillation is by vapour, with a wooden The salin must then be calcined in a very or copper still, on the plan of Count Runnford, hot oven, until tho whole mass presents a uniThe product of the first distillation is low form reddish brown. lo cooling it remains wines.

Ary, and in fragments---bluish within, and Woen the fermentation has been favoura- white on the surface: in which state it takes ble, froin every 100lb. of potatoes six quarts the name of potass. aan upwards of good brandy, of 20 degrees of Tae ashes, exhausted of their alkaline the eroineter, are obtained ; which, put into priuciple, afford excellent manure for land dew casks, and afterwards browned with intended to be planted with potatoes. burot sugar, like the French brandies, is oot The following is a table of the results obto be distinguished from them.

tained in France :--The Countess de W. has dressed and distilled Anacre planted with potatoes, per dirmn 1,000lbs. of potatoes at twice, which at one foot distance, gives 40,000 gives 50 to 70 quarts of good brandy. We may These 40,000 plants yield, on an judge from this essay what would be the ad average, 3ib. per plant, at vantages of such an operation, if carried on least, of green tops - - - 120,0001b. on a granil scale, and throughout the year. Oa drying they are reduced to .. 40,00b.

Toe residue of the distillation is used as Tois quantity produces of ashes .. 7,500lb. food for the stock of her farm, which consists The evaporation gives of asbes, of 31 horned cattle, 62 pigs, and 60 sheep; they exhausted of alkali - - - - - 5,0001). are all excessively fond of it when mixed with Salin - - - - - - - - - - 2,5001b. water, and the cows yield abundance of milk. The salin loses 10 to 15 per cent. The sheep use about five quarts per diem each; in calcination, which gives of viz. one half in the morning, and one half at potass . . - - - - - - - 9,2001b. night. The malt mitst be fresh grogod--the All these estimates are taken at the lowest, Countess has it grodud every week.

by which it is evident that upwards of 2,000lb. On the means of extracting Potass from Pola- of potass may be

of potass may be obtained, in addition to an toe-tops.

increased crop, from every acre of potatoes,

file or a value far exceeding that of the crop itself. One of the most important discoveries of the present day is that of a druggist of Auniens, by Farners, of course, will next year turn this which Europe will be freed from the heavý discovery to the best account, in planting those tribute she pays to America for the article of potatoes which yield the greatest quantity of potass. Tie author of this discovery bas, in a

na tops. The expenses of preparing the potass,

tops. The expenses or prepare truly patriotic manner, maile known his dis- as above described, including every thing, is covery---after ascertaining, by a series of ex- about six guineas per acre.

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