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we are roused from our reverie by beholding
the name of the gallant Hutchinson, which
again also recalls the noble minded Wilson to
our remembrance. The next name brings a
thousand pleasant thoughts into our minds,
and we are surrounded in imagination with
our friend the Domine, his near relative Ballie
Nicol Jarvie, and a hundred others of the
"north countrie." Possibly some passing
seaman strengthens our recollection of the
pathetic author of the Shipwreck-Faulkner;
and while pondering with pleasure upon the
efforts of the pen, we feel equal gratification
at the productions of the pencil, and our re-
miniscenes end with the name of Northcote.
Thus, Mr. Editor, you see, though I some-
times run the risk of getting a broken head
or a dislocated shoulder, by running "a-head"
of some uncourteous porter, I return to my
dormitory, with a train of pleasant ideas, and
that these may also be the lot of yourself and
your numerous readers is the wish of,
Mr. Editor,

18th Sept., 1820.

sion to the College of Physicians, to give it new name, and call it the Charitomania. Th following is an essay on the cause, symptom and cure of this alarming disease; which hope, will obtain at least equal attention the medical cases which are so often presente to the public by each self-important Hip crates.

A young man, apprentice to a mercer in city of London, caught the Charitomania reading in a magazine a few letters of La Chesterfield, concerning the art of pleasi Before this accident, he was known to h spoken in a manly voice, and to have dres with a decent plainness. But now he a stantly wears his head powdered and perfun and his coat cut in the extreme of the fash speaks with a soft womanish accent, affe gallantry with his female customers, parti larly inarried women, and assumes all the maces, attitudes, and airs, which form a plete petit maitre. Upon considering his I prescribed a grain of common sense used in reflecting, that a behaviour Your old Correspondent, might become an envoy extraordinary

Essay.

FRANK.

ON THE AFFECTATION OF THE

GRACES.

IT has been remarked by an author of some humour, that at certain periods there is an epidemical madness which rages through a whole kingdom. In time of war, ideal victories and defeats alternately elevate and depress the spirits of the nation. In peace, the apprehension of war, the report of the plague, the fear of popery and famine, the dread of a mad dog, or of a comet, alternately fill every countenanee with gloom, every heart with terror, and every tongue with lamentation and complaint.

The madness which prevails at present, is not, indeed, of the melancholy kind, but it is outrageous and universal. It owes its rise to a posthumous publication of Lord Chesterfield, which is generally read and admired. The Graces are there recommended in so forcible a manner, that every unlicked cab who can make out the meaning, is induced to affect all the finical airs of a fine gentleman. Clowns, pedants, jockeys, country-squires, and foxhunters, put off the stern virtue of their ancestors, and begin to rival each other in imitating the mincing step, and lisping voice of a French dancing-master.

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A young divine was 80 terribly infected the contagion, that from being perfectly in his external parts, on a sudden his were covered with carbuncles, his hair cha colour, and smelt strongly, his legs tarm a dead white, the exterior covering head was contracted to a nut-shell, whole appearance so wonderfully phosed, that he neither knew nor was by any of his former acquaintance. order was attended with an usual sy an invincible Pauperophobia, which ma day and night seek the company and great, and fly from a poor ther as from a plague, In the pulpit unable to turn his eyes upwards, bal irresistable inclination to ogle the fe of his congregation. I recommended but I fear without effect, a little cool tion every night when he went to bed, spent in ruminating, whether or not the of holiness would not be a more bee grace, than any of those inculcated by less lordling.

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The two famous universities of th are over-run with the infection. Itis with a Bibliophobia, which not only the diseased persons from attending porter-like language of Homer's go compels them to couvert their libra dressing-rooms, to be consulting the glas when they should be consu fexicon, and learning the art of p sore pretty married woman, when the bereading the art of logic with their I have given a hint to all the patien disorder, I shall take the liberty, with submis have come from those places to consul

As this affectation of the Graces is a new

sider, that the Graces seldom chuse to rem after the Muses are entirely dismissed. A certain honest tradesman who had foled the vocation of a tallow chandler, from age of fourteen to forty, being on a sudden iched by a large legacy from a distant reon, who had not vouchsafed to know him le alive, was immediately seized with a st violent Charitomania. His body no ger emitted the odoriferous effluvia of ow, but sent forth smells of perfume, which never happened to him before in his life. covering of his head, which was before a ditable periwig, with a double row of curls nd, suddenly dropt off, and was succeeded a boyish head of hair, with a tail thicker longer than the thickest and longest his candles. He was soon over-run with a e of vermin called dancing masters, French sters, music masters, and peruquiers. His order was attended with a loss of memory, he entirely forgot all his acquaintance used to meet at the orter club once a k. Instead of these, whom he no longer , he sought the company of wits and ax, in the fashionable coffee houses at the st end of the town. But what is reinarke in his case is, that though the symptoms e violent and alarming, yet, instead of ng received with condolence and sympathy, was every where treated with contempt and ghter. After frequent prescriptions, which ed on account of the inveteracy of the mase, I gave him up as incurable.

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Were I to enumerate all the cases of this order, which have fallen under my notice, ely believe my work would consist of my volumes, folio. I shall therefore rest sfied with having given such a short history this terrible pestilence, as may tend in me measure to elucidate its cause, nature, #elects; and I shall, with a public spirit own to any brother quacks, communicate following invaluable nostrum, which, taken time, is a sovereign remedy. "Let the ient administer to himself a small dose, sisting of a few grains of common-sense, da scruple of modesty, which will not fail purge away all tumours arising from vanity” r if the patient has not courage enough to his own physician, let his friends apply a ter to the morbid part, made up of caustic icule.

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"Thou fool," says one, "we Lawyers, though so keen,

Like shears, ne'er cut ourselves, but what's be

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ON A VERY IDLE FELLOW.

HERE lieth one that was born and oried,
Liv'd several years, and then-and then he disở

ON MR. THOMAS HAMMOND,

A Parish Clerk, a good man, and an excellent back-gammon player, who was succeeded in his office by a Mr. Trice.

BY the chance of the die,
On his back here doth lie

Our most audible clerk, Master Hammond; Tho' he bore many men,

Till three score and ten,

Yet at length he by death is back-gammon’d.

But hark! neighbours, hark!
Here again comes the clerk!

By a hit very lucky and nice,
With death we're now even;
He just stepp'd to heav'n,

And is with us again in a Trice.

ON A TOMBSTONE IN ESSEX.

HERE lies the man Richard,
And Mary his wife;

Their surname was Prichard;
They liv'd without strife;
And the reason was plain-
They abounded in riches;
They no care had, nor pain,

And the wife wore the breeches.

ON CAPTAIN JONES,

Who published some marvellous accounts of his travels, the truth of all which he thought proper to testify by Affidavit.

TREAD softly, mortals, o'er the bones
Of the world's wonder, Captain Jones!
Who told his glorious deeds to many,.
But never was believed by any.

Posterity, let this suffice,

He swore all's true, yet here he lies.

ON A HERMIT.

FOR years upon a mountain's brow,
A hermit liv'd-the Lord knows how;
A robe of sackcloth he did bear,
And got his food-the Lord knows where;
Hardships and penance were his lot,
He often pray'd-the Lord knows what:
At length this holy man did die,

He left this world-the Lord knows why.
He's buried in this gloomy den,
And he shall rise-the Lord knows when.

ON A GOOD WIFE.

(Written by her Husband.) HERE lies my poor Wife,, much lamented; She's happy, and I'm contented.

Humour.

COPY OF A WILL.

Written in Verse, and entered in the Cons in 1737.

THE fifth day of May,
Being airy and gay,
And to hip not inclin'd,
But of vigorous mind,
And my body in health,
I'll dispose of my wealth,
And all I'm to leave,
On this side the grave,
To some one or other,

And I think to my brother,
Because I foresaw

That my brothers-in-law,
If I did not take care,
Would come in for their share,
Which I no wise intended,
"Till their manners are mended,
And of that, God knows, there's no sign
I do therefore enjoin,
And do strictly command,
As witness my hand,
That nought I have got
Shall go into hotch-pot;
But I give and devise,
As much as in me lies,
To the son of my mother,
My own dear brother,
To have and to hold
All my silver and gold,
As the affectionate pledges
Of his brother, JOHN HEDGES.

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id the country at large may come in, if they please.

ch sports there will be as have seldom been

seen,

ch wrestling, and fencing, and dancing between,

d races for prizes, for frolic, and fun,

horses, and asses, and dogs, will be run; at you'll all go home happy-as sure as a gun. a word, such a wedding can ne'er fail to please,

the sports of Olympus were trifles to these.

Nota bene. You'll please to observe that the day,

this grand bridal pomp is the thirtieth of May, tea 'tis hop'd that the sun, to enliven the sight, se the flambeau of Hymen, will deign to burn bright.

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THERE is a radiance in the sky,
A flush of gold and purple dye.
Night lingers in the West-the Sun
Floats on the sea-the day's begun.
The wave, slow swelling to the shore,
Gleams, on the sea, like silver ore;
The grove, the cloud, the mountain's brow,
Are burning in the crimson glow:
Yet all is silence, till the gale
Shakes its rich pinions from the vale.

It is a lovely hour-though Heaven
Had ne'er to man his partner given,
That thing of beauty, futile, fair,
Bright, fickle, child of flame and air.
Yet such an hour, such skies above,
Such earth below, had taught him-love.

But there are sounds along the galeNot murmurs of the grot or vale-Yet wild, yet sweet, as ever stole To soothe their twilight-wanderer's soul It comes from youder jasmine-bower, From yonder mosque's enamell'd tower, From yonder haram's roof of gold, From yonder castle's haughty hold: Oh! strain of witchery! whoe'er, That heard thee, felt not joy was near? My soul shall in the grave be dim, Ere it forget that bridal hymn. "Twas such a morn-'twas such a tone That woke me. Visions! are ye gone?

The flutes breathe nigh-the portals now Pour out the train, white-veil'd, like snow Upon its mountain summit spread, In splendour, beyond man's rude tread; And o'er their pomp emerging far, The bride, like evening's virgin-star; And soon along the wave may swim The chorus of the bridal hymn, Again the bright procession move, To take the last sweet veil from love: Then speed thee on, thou glorious Sun!Swift rise-swift set-be bright--and done.

* The Cathedral of St. Magnus, in Kirkwall.

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A CONJUGAL RECONTRE.

IN the northern district of Airshire, a cooper having unfortunately come to blows with his wife, the shouts of murder! murder?" voci forated by her, attracted a nuinber of people about the house. On forcing open the door, they found the cooper. chastising her with a piece of iron hoop. One them, more bold than the rest, expostulated th him upon the impropriety of his conduct towards her; and among other arguments used to persuade him to desist from striking, he said, " You ought to recollect that she is your wife, and that she is

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