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Medicine. It is a common saying, that every man, after the age of forty, should be his own physician. This seems, however, to be a dangerous maxim. The greatest physicians, when they are sick, seldom venture to prescribe for themselves, but generally rely on the advice of their medical friends. Persons, who pretend to be their own physicians, are generally much addicted to quackery, than which, nothing can be more injurious to the constitution. Sir J. Sinclair, on Longevity.
COLLINS the poet. Dr Johnson says, Collins' return from France, I paid him a visit at Islington, where he was waiting for his sister whom he had directed to meet him : there was then nothing of disorder discernable in his mind by any but himself; but he had withdrawn from study, and travelled with no other book than an English Testament, such as children carry to school: when I took it into my hand, out of curiosity to see what companion a man of letters had chrosen," "I have but one book,' says Collins, but that is the best.'
In the education of their children, the Anglo-Saxons only sought to render them dauntless and apt for the two most important occupations of their future lives, war and the chace.* a usual trial of a child's courage, to place him on
Asser, the biographer of Alfred, mentions with amazement that the king made his youngest son Ethelward be taught to read, before he made him acquainted with hunt. ing.
the sloping roof of a building, and if without screaming or terror he held fast, he was styled “a stout hero” or brave boy.
In private life, the Anglo-Saxons were devout to the extreme of credulity; and hospitable to drunken extravagance; their manners were rough, but social; when married, each side respected the nuptial tye, and most of the ladies suckled their own children.
Their boards were plainly but plentifully served. Large joints of roasted meat seem to have had the preference; salted victuals were much in use.
At table, the rank of the guests was strictly observed; and by the laws of Canute, a person sitting above his proper
station was to be pelted out of his place by bones, at the discretion of the company, without the privilege of taking offence.
The dress of the Anglo-Saxon gentleman was a loose cloak which reached down to the ancles; and over that a long robe fastened over both shoulders on the middle of the breast, by a clasp or buckle. These cloaks and robes were frequently* lined with rich furs, and bordered with gold or embroidery. Andrew's Hist. of Gt. Britain.
LORD Nelson, when about eight years old, being on a visit at his aunt's, went one day a bird
* Wulstan, bishop of Worcester, was mocked by the bishop of Constance for wearing a mantle lined with the fur of lambs, and advised at least, to adorn his cloak with cat-skins. “Alas! my brother,” replied Wulstan, “ I have often heard of the Lamb of God, but never of his cat." This piece of wit turned the laugh against the German prelate.
nesting, and wandered so far that he did not retum home till long after it was dark. The lady, who had been much alarmed by his absence, rated him soundly, and amongst other things said, “I wonder fear did not drive you."
“ Fear!" replied the boy, with great simplicity, “ I don't know him."
Memoirs of Lord Nelson.
Whilst Frederick Morel, that great scholar and eminent printer, was employed in his edition of Libanius one day, he was told that his wife was suddenly taken ill.
“ I have only two or three sentences to translate, and then I will come and look at her." A second message informed him, that she was dying. “ I have only two words to write, and I will be there as soon as you,” (replied the philosopher.) At length he was told his wife was dead. I am very sorry for it indeed : She was a very honest woman.'
It is a remarkable fact, which history was either too idle to ascertain, or too much ashamed to relate, that the arms of Cromwell communicated to Scotland, with other benefits, the first news-paper, which had ever illuminated the gloom, or dispelled the fanaticism, of the north. Each army carried its own printer with it; expecting either to convince by its reasoning, or to delude by its falsehood. King Charles carried Robert Barker with him to Newcastle, in 1639. And general Cromwell conveyed Christopher Higgins to Leith, in 1652. When Cromwell had here established a citadel, Higgins reprinted, in November, 1652,
what had been already published at London, a diurnal of some passages and affairs, for the information of the English soldiers. Mercurius Politicus was first reprinted, at Leith, on the 26th of October, 1653. The reprinting of it was transferred to Edinburgh, in November, 1654; where it contimed to be published, till the 11th of April, 1660: and was then reprinted, under the name of Mercurins Publicus. Chalmer's Life of Ruddiman,
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An intimate friend of the celebrated Hume, asked him what he thought of Mr Whitfield's preaching; for he had listened to the latter part of one of his sermons at Edinburgh: said Mr Hume,“ the most ingenious preacher I ever heard: it is worth while to go twenty miles to hear him.”—He then repeated a passage towards the close of the discourse which he had heard." After a solemn pause, he thus addressed his numerous audience: The attendant angel is just about to leave the threshold, and ascend to heaven.--And shall he ascend, and not bear with him the news of one simmer, among all this multitude, reclaimed from the error of his ways ?" To give the greater effect to this exclamation, he stamped with his foot, lifted up his hands and eyes to heaven, and with gushing tears, cried aloud,
stop Gabriel! stop Gabriel! stop ere you enter the sacred portals, and yet carry
the news of one sinner converted to God.'--He then, in the most simple, but energetic language, described, what he called, a saviour's dying love to sinful man; so that almost the whole assembly melted into tears. This
address was accompanied with such animated, yet natural action, that it surpassed any thing I ever saw or heard in any other preacher.”
M. Mir. 1808.
When the brave admiral Kempenfelt, unhappily lost in the Royal George, was coming into port to have his ship paid off, a sailor eyed a goldlaced velvet waistcoat which his commodore wore, with great earnestness, and, in his best sea fashion, begged to know who made it. The admiral perceiving his drift, gave him the necessary. information, and Jack went ashore. He forthwith applied to the admiral's taylor, who knowing the humours of his customers, went with him to buy the materials, and at last asked what he would have the back made of! “ Made of,” said Jack, “ the same as the front to be sure.”
The taylor remonstrated, but in vain; so the waistcoat was made, and put on with an old greasy jacket over it. One day, in the High-street, the admiral met bis man in this curious dress, which occasioned him to laugh heartily; and this merry fit was not a little increased, when Jack coming up to him, lifted up the hind part of his jacket, and shewed his gold laced back, and exclaimed -“ D-n me, old boy, no false colours; stem and stern alike,
Naval Anecdotes, p. 335.
An eunuch of infamous character had caused the following inscription to be written above his door: Let nothing bad enter this door."-" And where,” said Diogenes, “ shall the master of the house enter?” Fenelon's Life of Diogenes, p. 139.